Wings of Time: A journey of the tribes, themed after the book series: Wings of Fire "(Sandwing) I wake on the desert, where the hot winds blow, The sand beneath my claws, the only thing I know. A golden sun, a burning sky, I’ll face the heat, and never shy. (Rainwing) I spread my wings in the cool, wet space. Colors like a painting, shifting bright, I dance through storms and taste the light. (Seawing) I dive in the ocean, deep and wide, With scales that shimmer, a water-bound tide. Beneath the waves, I’m free to roam, The sea’s my kingdom, my watery home. (Mudwing) I trudge through the swamp, thick and slow, With muddy paws, I feel the flow. The earth is solid, the ground is mine, Through rain or drought, I’ll never decline. (Nightwing) The stars above, they whisper to me, In shadows I thrive, silent and free. I read the skies with a knowing gaze, A heart of mystery in the moon’s soft blaze. (Silkwing) My wings are soft, like silken threads, A glimmering glow from the webs I’ve shed. I fly with grace, through forests high, In hidden paths where secrets lie. (Skywing) I climb the heights, I chase the breeze, Through endless skies, with heart at ease. Fire in my veins, and strength in my wings, I soar above, where freedom sings. (Icewing) And then the cold, the biting frost, I fly through blizzards, no matter the cost. With icy breath and wings so strong, I glide through storms, where I belong. (Chorus) From the sands to the rain, to the depths below, We are the wings that help the world grow. Through every storm and trial, we rise, Our wings of fire, under the skies. No matter the tribe, no matter the flight, Together we soar, we are the light. From the heat of the desert, to the icy plains, We all share the sky, through losses and gains. Through every wing, through every flight, We are the dragon, in the day and night."