Soaring high above the mountains tall,
The eagle’s cry echoes through the vale,
Wings spread wide, a shadow over all,
In their flight, the timeless tales they tell.

Through storm and calm, they glide with grace,
Eyes sharp, they scan the world below,
A symbol of freedom in the vast open space,
Their strength and beauty in the winds that blow.

Nestled high in cliffs, they find their home,
Raising young with tender, watchful care,
Teaching them the skies in which to roam,
A legacy of courage and the open air.

The eagle’s flight, a dance with destiny,
In every beat of wings, a story told,
Of nature’s power and serenity,
In the heart of the wild, where they are bold.