- In skies vast and blue, a seagull soars,
- A creature of freedom, forever explores.
- With graceful wings that catch the coastal breeze,
- It dances with the tides, over endless seas.
A messenger of the ocean's hidden tales,
The seagull rides the wind, where no path fails.
Its cry, a voice that echoes through the air,
A symphony of nature's song, so rare.
On sandy shores, where waves caress the land,
The seagull's silhouette imprints the sand.
With eyes keen and bright, it scans the shore,
Seeking treasures cast from the ocean's floor.
With wings outstretched, it glides upon the air,
A master of flight, beyond compare.
It skims the water's surface, light and fleet,
A dancer on the waves, in perfect beat.
From bustling harbors to tranquil coves,
The seagull explores, tirelessly roves.
Its spirit unbound, its journey untamed,
Forever seeking, with hunger unclaimed.
In storms, it braves the fury of the gales,
With feathers soaked, resilience prevails.
It rides the tempest's rage with fearless might,
A symbol of endurance in its flight.
Yet in the calm of evening's golden hue,
The seagull finds solace, its heart anew.
It settles on the cliffs, a peaceful perch,
Gazing at the horizon's gentle lurch.
Oh, seagull, messenger of the sea,
What secrets do you hold within your plea?
A witness to the mysteries of the deep,
A sentinel of stories we long to keep.
So, spread your wings and soar to distant lands,
Paint the skies with freedom's timeless strands.
May your journey guide us to places unseen,
As you grace our world, seagull serene.