Upon the heights where the winds sing,
The eagle spreads its mighty wings.
In solitude it roams the sky,
A symbol of freedom, soaring high.

With piercing gaze it scans below,
The valleys deep, the rivers flow.
Majestic flight in endless blue,
A dance of spirit, bold and true.

Against the sun it boldly flies,
A silhouette in vast, open skies.
The world beneath, a distant dream,
As it glides on a golden beam.

In moments fleeting, time stands still,
The eagle’s grace, a timeless thrill.
In its flight, we find our own,
A journey to the great unknown.