Below the azure sky they glide,
Birds of feather, wings spread wide,
From tree to tree, they swiftly roam,
Quality dance, a graceful poem.
A joy of flight, they soar,
From leafy boughs to distant shore,
Their journey incised in skies above,
As they find succour, peace and love.
Look! What a destiny!
Through branches potent, they find their way,
Guided by the sun\'s bright ray,
In ane unity, they take their flight,
A spectacle of pure delight.