In the tongue of birds
In the dawning light, as the world awakes
Whispers of secrets, the language it makes
A melody woven, through branches and leaves
In the tongue of birds, where harmony breathes

In the tongue of birds, the music takes flight
Unfolding in verses, enchanting the night
Through feathers and wind, it dances and sings
A symphony pure, with celestial wings

In the language of dawn, a story takes form
A tale of devotion, love's gentle warm
The melodies carry, on feathers they glide
Translating emotions, from hearts deep inside

Through the ancient air, the notes intertwined
A patchwork of lyrics, the birds have designed
Each verse a message, for all to understand
In the tongue of birds, uniting sea and land

From tree to tree, the chorus unveiled
With trills and harmonies, the stories prevail
Songs full of longing, and tales of delight
Weaving connections, at the edge of twilight

As the Sun sets low, and the sky turns gold
The language of birds, a tale to be told
In every melody, a message to convey
In the tongue of birds, magic will always stay