When Sandpipers Stir The Sky With Their Wing

When sandpipers stir the sky with their wing, They are brushstrokes painting the canvas of dawn. Each flap a note in nature's symphonic spring, A dance of whispers where silence once shone. They scatter like thoughts on the breeze of the morn, Tiny poets crafting verses in flight. With every swoop, new horizons are born, Chasing the tide, they embrace the light. In their fleeting grace, the world comes alive, As dreams take wing, the heart learns to thrive. While the sandpipers fill the sky with their wings