With wings outstretched, the eagle glides,
Over mountains, through the tides,
A silent guardian of the skies,
With piercing gaze and watchful eyes.

In dawn’s first light, it takes its flight,
A symbol of freedom, power, and might,
Unchained by earthly bounds below,
Where only the bravest dare to go.

Against the wind, it carves its path,
Through storm and calm, it knows no wrath,
A dance of grace in heaven’s dome,
The endless sky, its boundless home.

From lofty peaks to valleys deep,
Its vigil o’er the land it keeps,
A testament to nature’s art,
The eagle’s spirit, free and apart.