Amidst the echo of a thunderous sky, A lone bird soars where shadows lie, Through winds that bite with icy breath, Over fields marked by life and death. Its wings unfold in a silent plea, Defying fate, it dances free, While beneath, in trenches, soldiers dream Of peace that flows in a whispered stream. The world at war, a somber ground, Yet this bird finds grace in the chaos found. In steel gray skies it holds its claim, A symbol of hope in a world aflame.