Beneath the azure expanse, eagles glide free,
Their wings spread wide, a sight to see.
High above the mountains, they reign supreme,
Emblems of freedom, living the dream.

On cliffs they perch, surveying their domain,
With piercing eyes, they endure the strain.
Against the tempest, they hold their own,
In realms of wind, they have grown.

Through forests dense and valleys low,
In silent grace, they come and go.
Their cries echo in the morning light,
Heralds of dawn, piercing the night.

With every flight, they touch the sky,
In boundless heights, they cast their cry.
Symbols of strength, they inspire awe,
Nature’s marvel, without a flaw.