The Lark Ascending Awake! the lark begins her flight,
Through golden rays, into the light.
With wings outstretched, she soars on high,
Her song a tribute to the sky.
In sunlit air, she twirls and dives,
A symbol of hope, where freedom thrives.
From vale to hill, her voice will ring,
Unfurling dreams as the dawn takes wing.
O lark! your melody, pure and sweet,
Sets the heart dancing, its rhythm complete.
In the vast expanse of sky so blue,
You remind us all of what we can do.

• F T Palgrave