In the quiet dawn, it spreads its wings wide,
A silhouette against the breaking light.
With eyes that pierce the distant tide,
It soars, a guardian of the night.

Through mountain peaks and valleys deep,
The eagle sails on winds so pure.
In its flight, secrets it keeps,
A symbol of freedom, strong and sure.

Above the world, it finds its grace,
In every glide, a dance of might.
The sky its canvas, a boundless space,
Where dreams are woven in endless flight.

In silence, it reigns with regal pride,
A master of the air and unseen lands.
With every wingbeat, it seems to guide,
The heart of nature in its mighty hands.