Wings of Song: Seagull’s Peace and Harmony

Above the silver breath of morning seas,
A seagull writes its name in open air.
Each feather listens to the world at ease,
Each cry becomes a blessing, soft and fair.

It rides the wind where no command is heard,
No border drawn, no burden left to bear.
The sky replies in silence to the bird,
A promise held in light and salted prayer.

Below, the waves rehearse an ancient psalm,
Rock answering rock in patient time.
The seagull drifts, a note of living calm,
A pause between the surf’s unending rhyme.

No hunger here but for the widening blue,
No fear but falling out of harmony.
Its wings remember what our hearts once knew:
That peace is flight, and freedom learns to be.

So let its song, unowned and gently free,
Descend on shores where restless voices roam.
In feathered grace, it teaches land and sea—
We find our balance when we call the sky our home.