Feathers of Freedom
In skies above, where dreams take flight,
With feathers soft, in dawn’s first light,
The birds, they dance, they sing, they soar,
In nature’s symphony, forevermore.
With wings of grace, they paint the air,
A canvas vast, where they declare,
Their tales of love, of joy, of strife,
A testament to the beauty of life.
They sing of hope in melodies sweet,
Their songs a balm, our hearts to greet,
In the darkest night, they bring the dawn,
With songs of love, they carry on.
Oh, fragile souls in skies so high,
You touch the heavens, you touch the sky,
With every beat of your gentle heart,
You remind us all, it’s art to depart.
For in your flight, we find release,
A moment of calm, a sense of peace,
You teach us lessons, both big and small,
In your freedom’s dance, we find our all.
So, let us cherish these birds so free,
Their boundless spirit, their mystery,
In their wings, we find a prayer,
For a world where love fills the air.
In feathers, beak, and tender eye,
A testament to the endless sky,
The birds remind us, with each new day,
In beauty and grace, we’ll find our way.
By: Vyomi Shah
