Upon the lofty peaks, they fly,
Majestic wings against the sky,
Eyes keen with vision sharp and true,
Guardians of the heavens, view.

Their feathers kiss the azure breeze,
Gliding with effortless, graceful ease,
Symbols of strength, of freedom wide,
In boundless skies, they glide and glide.

Mountains echo their silent cries,
In solitude, their spirit lies,
Above the valleys, forests, streams,
In endless flight, they weave their dreams.

With courage bold, they seek the light,
In dawn’s embrace or fading night,
Eagles, sovereigns of the air,
In their flight, the earth lays bare.