"Feathered light" #Lilac-breasted Roller Bird #Keel-billed Toucan Bird

It became not as white, but as color and bloom The whisper of emerald, the sigh of maroon They flew through the silence, painting the day With wings that could soften the edges of gray Feathered light across the skies, brushing the clouds with living dyes Not one but many in one breath spun, a spectrum born beneath the sun They danced where the morning mist unfurled, bright echoes of a dreaming world No name can bind what they became, a moving flame, a wind-carved frame Not bird, not beast, but color made flight A song without words, a storm made of light They carried the forest, the sea, and the flame In silence the sky remembered their name Feathered light, so wild, so wide, woven in wind with stars as guide When all grows still, and shadows grow, their color is the last to go