Little Birds

In a realm where skies are vast,

Where nature's beauty is unsurpassed,

A chorus of wings takes to the air,

Little birds, a sight so fair.

With feathers colored, a painter's delight,

They dance and flutter in morning's light.

Their songs so sweet, a melodic cheer,

They fill the world with joy sincere.

In the meadows, they find their rest,

Nestled snugly in nature's chest.

Their tiny hearts beat with grace,

In this enchanted, tranquil place.

Little birds, they soar up high,

Painting rainbows across the sky.

With delicate wings, they glide and roam,

Finding solace in nature's dome.

Through seasons' turn, they journey far,

Chasing dreams beneath each star.

They teach us lessons, profound and true,

To embrace freedom, to dare and pursue.

In their flight, a symphony unfolds,

Whispering tales, both new and old.

They carry secrets on whispered breeze,

Through hidden valleys and towering trees.

Little birds, messengers of the land,

They bring us tidings, so unplanned.

Their innocence, a treasure rare,

A reminder to cherish and handle with care.

So, let us pause and behold their flight,

In awe of their grace, our hearts ignite.

For little birds, with their spirits free,

Teach us to live, to be wild and carefree.

In nature's symphony, they play their part,

Bringing harmony to every heart.

Little birds, in their delicate way,

Illuminate life's beauty, day by day.