Wings of Birds

This is my latest poem. It has five stanzas with four verses each. The first two and last two verses rhyme.

Wings of Birds

How can the wings of birds take them so high?
How much time do birds need to learn to fly?
What do they prefer between sky and land?
How does cool air compare to hot dry sand?

Can birds fly well in the darkness of night
Or do they prefer to fly in daylight?
How well can they see so high above ground
And is their flight silent or full of sound?

Birds in full flight are creatures of wonder,
Giving viewers below scenes of splendour.
With light wings they produce power and speed,
Younger birds follow while mature ones lead.

Wings of birds are so graceful in mid air,
Glad to be far from predators that scare.
Without effort they glide across vast sky,
Through distant cloud flocks of small planes sweep by.

Wings of birds are both delicate and strong,
Designed to keep them in vast sky for long.
With their wings they achieve high speed in flight,
Birds are epitomies of grace and might.