Molting feathers, a bird’s graceful transition
A journey of shedding, a sight of precision
Emerging anew, with colors bright
Taking flight, embracing the light
Each sheath unstitched, each pinion renewed
Molting feathers, a marvel, a miracle, imbued
With every shed, a promise of change
Graceful and fluid, an act so strange
The old made new, the feathers fall away
Molting feathers, a transformation, a ballet
A dance of renewal, a winged display
Of strength and beauty, in every single way
Through the molt, a bird emerges bold
Molting feathers, a story of courage, untold
A majestic creature, reborn and unbound
In its new plumage, its grace knows no bound
So let us learn from this avian transition
Molting feathers, a symbol of ambition
To shed the old and embrace the new
With grace and poise, like the birds do