The Flight of Birds

Look at them, white wings spreading, searching for the morning clouds. They dance across horizons like painted dreams, often lost, often found.

Listen, each cry a promise, a call from the heart, dancing on the breath of the breeze, it carries the weight of the world, fragile yet majestic, the song of life at dawn.

Through the day, they weave our memories and lift our thoughts, going from land to sea, they touch us, reminding us, that freedom is a song sung under the vastness of the ever-changing sky.

• Bertolt Brecht