Beneath the sky, so vast and blue,
The storks in harmony flew true.
In graceful arcs, their wings aligned,
A marvel of nature, pure and refined.
Through air they glide, a V-shaped thread,
With winds of purpose, their path is spread.
One leads the way, then falls behind,
As others rise, their strength combined.
A lesson whispered in their flight,
That unity turns dark to light.
Through storms they soar, through skies unknown,
Together strong, yet not alone.
O birds of grace, your tale imparts,
The power of bonds in human hearts.
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