With wings that beat in sunlit air, Through forests deep, on high they fare. A feathered dance, a vibrant show, Where light and warmth in colors flow.

They greet the dawn with soaring grace, A brushstroke bold on heaven's face. Each beat a song, a joyful sway, Across the sky they wind and play.

From robin red to bluebird's hue, The mighty eagle, dove so true. A tapestry in nature's hand, A jeweled crown on shifting sand.

The nightingale with whispered tune, The hawk, a form in sharp hewn noon. The owl with wisdom in its gaze, In moonlit boughs, its vigil stays.

The hummingbird, a jewel bright, The penguin, king in icy white. The peacock's boast, a dazzling spread, The seagull's call, where seabirds tread.

The swan, a dream on mirrored lake, The falcon's strike, a life it takes. The parrot's mimic, squawks and calls, In emerald depths, where twilight falls.

Through sunlit hours and twilight hush, They flit and dive in tireless rush. With woven nests, in branches high, They raise their young beneath the sky.

The clever crow, a playful soul, The stork that brings new life's whole. The pelican with patient scoop, In marshy lands, they form a loop.

The toucan's beak, a rainbow bright, The flamingo, bathed in rosy light. The peewee's song, a morning cheer, In valleys deep, where waters clear.

Across the land, in endless sky, They paint a scene that fills the eye. A symphony of wings and hue, A world of wonder, ever new.

From desert sands to mountain peaks, On every shore where ocean speaks, These feathered jewels claim their place, A brushstroke in creation's grace.

The graceful heron, poised and still, A statue carved by nature's will. The tireless swift, a blur of flight, A living comet, swift and bright.

The watchful osprey, sharp and keen, A hunter's dive, a flash unseen. The soaring buzzard, circling high, A watchful guardian in the sky.

Each species plays a vital role, In nature's dance, a living soul. The pollinators, flitting free, Ensuring life for you and me.

The scavengers, with patient beak, Cleanse the land, the weak, the meek. The seed dispersers, wings that roam, Carrying life to find a home.

So let us raise a grateful voice, For feathered friends, a joyful choice. Their songs a balm, their presence grace, A gift that fills each time and place.

Let's learn from them, their spirit bold, Their freedom earned, their stories told. May we, like them, with hearts alight, Soar through our days and take to flight.