Born we were, to galleons of breeze, to ride the cosmic stream, As velvet blooms burst forth in hues, fulfilling Nature’s dream. 

And your wicked, star-spun emerald gaze ignites the shadowed room, A beacon bright in every night, to banish all the gloom!

We Songbirds came to spin in joyful dance, to lift a mighty, joyous call, To paint the strange and winding streams of moments that befall.

 We’ll scoop the iridescent stardust up and toss it to the height, To celebrate the living soul, in what is here, and what is light.

When next a shadow sits beside you, a traveler unknown, Remember they’re a whispered gift, a seed that has been sown, 

A magical companion charting paths where mysteries reside, A fragment of the universe that’s journeying by your side.

When we embrace the gifts we guard, the wonders deep inside, No sorrow, fear, or worldly chain can ever turn the tide. 

We laugh and etch our wildest dreams right into empty air, And cry to hold each other close, to share what we despair.

So let the sacred, vibrant sound lift every weary heart and never forget the golden thread that keeps us from apart. 

Come join us in the Unurban, where souls may softly gleam, In heartfelt magic woven tight, fulfilling every dream.