The Morning Bird's Song

Sweetly sings the morning bird,

Softly stirring from its slumber,

Stretching out its little wings,

Summoning the sun to shine.

Swiftly soaring through the sky,

Seeing sights so splendidly,

Surging forward with each flap,

Savoring the sensation of flight.

Suddenly swooping down below,

Snatching up a juicy worm,

Satisfying its hunger pangs,

Sated, it takes to the skies once more.

Surely, the morning bird knows,

Some secrets of the world above,

Showing us the beauty of nature,

Spreading joy with every chirp.

Soaring high above the land,

Seeing beauty that's truly grand,

Spreading wings like the morning bird,

Savoring freedom with each word.