In the embrace of twilight’s glow,
The sky unfurls in hues of gold,
A chorus of birds begins to flow,
Their melodies, a story told.
With fluttering wings, they dance in flight,
A symphony woven through the air,
Each note a whisper of pure delight,
A tapestry of voices everywhere.
The music drifts on soft, sweet sound,
A gentle balm for weary hearts,
In every chirp, true joy is found,
A reminder of where happiness starts.
So let us join this song of the sky,
With spirits lifted, we’ll sing along,
For in this moment, as day waves goodbye,
We find our place where we belong.
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