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Carving through the heavens, a melody in flight,
In the dawn's soft glow and the dusk's fading light.
A guardian of woodlands, where mysteries unfold,
In the ancient tales of green, its story is told.
With a beak that whispers echoes of a bygone age,
A symphony of the wild, a timeless stage.
On wings of patience, it dances with the breeze,
A sovereign of the treetops, a master at ease.
In the heart of the jungle, where silence speaks,
The Great Indian Hornbill, its presence peaks.
A symbol of grace in the wild's grand design,
A sentinel of nature, a creature so fine.
With a call that resonates through the ancient trees,
A serenade of freedom carried on the breeze.
Oh, Great Indian Hornbill, your wings expand,
A testament to nature's brush, the artist's hand.
So, in the forest's embrace, where secrets reside,
The Great Indian Hornbill soars, its spirit untied.
A feathered sovereign, in the tapestry of green,
In the grand ballet of life, an eternal scene.
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