Soaring high above the mountains,
With wings that stretch to the horizon wide,
The eagle glides through endless fountains,
Of air and clouds where dreams reside.

In the realm where the sun meets earth,
Its eyes sharp as the morning dew,
The eagle finds its place of birth,
Where skies are vast and ever blue.

Through storms that rage and winds that howl,
It dances on the tempest’s breath,
A noble bird with a solemn vow,
To brave the face of life and death.

In silence, it surveys the land,
A sentinel of ancient lore,
The eagle reigns, majestic and grand,
Forever free, forever more.