In the golden light of summer's eve,
the sky it blends with colors that meet.
A tapestry of dreams, a canvas of flight.
The flying birds of summer take to the height.
Oh,
the
flying birds of summer, graceful and free.
Dancing in the sky,
a sight to see.
Their wings like whispers,
their songs a hymn.
In the warm embrace of summer,
they spread and skin.
On the gentle breeze, they soar and glide.
Their feathers kiss by the sun's golden tide.
They paint the air with
strokes of elegance.
The flying birds of summer,
the divine sand dunes.
Oh, the flying birds of summer,
a joy of sight.
Their journey in the heavens, a pure delight.
They chase the clouds, they
chase the dreams.
With each flap of wing, the story unfolds.
The journey's taken the tails and they teach us to fly,
to reach for the sky.