Upon the peak where silence reigns,
An eagle spreads its mighty wings,
With eyes that pierce through clouds and rains,
It dreams of endless, boundless things.

In circles wide, it claims the sky,
A dance of grace and power combined,
The world below, a tapestry,
Each gust of wind, a whispered sign.

Above the earth, where shadows play,
The eagle glides through time and space,
A guardian of the light of day,
With wisdom etched upon its face.

In twilight’s glow, it finds its rest,
A king upon its mountain throne,
With wings that cradle night’s soft breath,
The eagle dreams, yet not alone.