Songs of the Sky Poem

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The sky, a canvas painted bright,
With hues of gold and crimson light,
As birds take flight with wings spread wide,
And sing their songs to reach the sky's high tide.
A lark with melodies so sweet,
Trills and trills in rhythmic beat,
Its voice a gift from heaven's grace,
A song that lifts the spirit's pace.
The owl, with hoots that echo far,
In midnight sky, a twinkling star,
Its solemn call, a haunting tune,
That lulls the world to slumber's swoon.
The eagle, soaring through the blue,
Its piercing cry, a warrior's cue,
A symphony of strength and might,
A testament to freedom's flight.
Oh, songs of the sky, a soaring choir,
A symphony that never tires,
From dawn till dusk, in day or night,
Your melodies bring pure delight.
So, let us listen with hearts aglow,
To nature's chorus, high and low,
For in the sky's vast expanse above,
The songs of the sky inspire with love.