The Songbird’s Serenade🕊️🪶

Where shadows dance with golden grace,

A songbird sings, its voice a lace,

Of ancient tales and whispered space.

Beneath the heavens, vast and wide,

It sings for love, a gentle tide,

For in its heart, no secrets hide,

But stories old, where dreams reside.

"Thus spake the bird in morning's light,"

With melodies pure, as day turns bright,

"Of joy, and hope, and endless flight,

Across the skies, to heights of might."

With every note, a tale unfolds,

Of distant lands and heroes bold,

Of love that blooms in hearts untold,

In songs of old, their truths extolled.

"Ye winds, now carry forth my song,"

It chirps with heart, both clear and strong,

"To realms where memories belong,

Where echoes of the past prolong."

The songbird's voice, a bridge to time,

Where ancient poets cast their rhyme,

In symphonies of love's sublime,

A harmony, eternal prime.

For in its song, we hear the past,

A timeless tune, both first and last,

In skies where dreams and hopes are cast,

A serenade, forever vast.