Upon the azure canvas high and wide,
The eagle soars, with wings spread wide,
A guardian of the mountain’s crest,
In freedom’s realm, it finds its rest.

With eyes as sharp as morning’s light,
It pierces through the shrouded night,
A sentinel of skies untamed,
In legends old, forever named.

Through storms it flies, undaunted, free,
Embracing winds with majesty,
Its spirit dances with the sun,
Until the day is gently done.

O eagle, noble, fierce, and wise,
A symbol of the endless skies,
In your flight, we find our dreams,
A testament to all that gleams.