Poem: Birds

In the dawn of morning's light,

Birds take flight with pure delight,

Melodious echoes fill the air,

A symphony of nature's care.

Their songs, a tapestry of sound,

Weave through the trees and all around,

Each note a thread, a vibrant hue,

A masterpiece that's ever new.

The robin sings a gentle tune,

A lullaby beneath the moon,

The sparrow's trill, a joyful call,

A chorus shared by one and all.

The blackbird's melody so sweet,

A serenade that's hard to beat,

The nightingale, a voice so rare,

Its haunting song, a love affair.

In harmony, they sing as one,

A symphony beneath the sun,

Their voices blend, a soothing balm,

A peaceful calm in nature's palm.

As humans listen, hearts are stirred,

By the enchanting songs they've heard,

A moment's peace, a gentle grace,

In the embrace of nature's space.

So let us learn from feathered friends,

The message that their song transcends,

For in their melodies we find,

A path to peace for all mankind.