In the realm where silence breathes,
Beneath the sky's vast, ethereal eaves,
A bird, entangled, sings of woes,
Its feathers caught in unseen throes.
Yet in its melody, hope glows,
A guidance from the stars it knows.

Threads, fine as whispers, weave a gate,
From life to death, from love to fate.
They stretch, they bind, yet liberate,
A path for souls, both small and great.
Across this bridge, no heart does wait,
In peace, they find their final state.

Aloft, beyond the grasp of earth,
A flying horse of mythical birth.
Pegasus, with wings spread wide,
Symbol of the soul's untethered ride.
In every beat, a dream's confide,
The spirit's power, our inner guide.

Hear now the duck, with quack so clear,
A call to listen, close and near.
Intuition's voice, soft yet austere,
Guiding through the fog of fear.
In quiet moments, it draws near,
A whisper only hearts can hear.

So sing, oh bird, of freedom's light,
Through threads of fate, take your flight.
With Pegasus, soar past the night,
Guided by intuition's sight.
In this song, our souls unite,
A journey towards the inner light.

Craft this melody with care and love,
Let it soar, like the bird, above.
A testament to what we're capable of,
When we heed the calls from up above.
In every note, let hope be wove,
A song of unity, peace, and love.