Spring Song of a Dove

Upon the rooftop’s edge, where dusk descends,
A dove does sing, its song a tender grace.
The world below in evening’s calm suspends,
As day retreats, and night begins to trace.
Its melody, a balm to weary hearts,
Invites the stars, with notes so pure and bright.
In harmony, the city’s pulse it starts,
Transforming silence into twilight light.
With wings of peace, it carries dreams anew,
A dove’s sweet song, a promise clear and true.