Feathers flutter in the sky, Wings so wide, they learn to fly. Songs that echo through the trees, Carried on the morning breeze. Birds so free, they soar above, Messengers of peace and love. Chirping tunes from near and far, Little wonders that we are. Robin’s red and bluebird’s cheer, Whispers close, then disappear. Nests so snug in branches high, Cradled gently ‘neath the sky. From dawn to dusk, their music plays, Nature’s choir through our days. With every flap, they write a rhyme, Flying poems lost in time...
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