Beauty of a soaring eagle

The grace and beauty of a soaring eagle

Is something to behold and cherish

With wings spread wide and feathers shining

It glides through the air with effortless flourish

From high above the earth it surveys

The world below with keen and piercing eyes

It searches for prey with silent grace

And when it finds it, it swiftly flies

But it's not just the hunt that's a sight to see

It's the way the eagle moves through the sky

Soaring, diving, twisting and turning

It's a dance of freedom that never dies

The eagle is a symbol of strength and power

A creature of the wild, free and true

But as I watch it glide through the air

I can't help but feel a sense of awe too

For there is something truly majestic

About this bird of prey that I see

Its grace and beauty leave me breathless

As it soars above the earth, wild and free

As I stand and watch it, I am filled with wonder

At the ease with which it moves through the air

It seems to defy the laws of gravity

As it glides and soars without a care

I am in awe of its strength and power

As it wheels and turns with ease

Its wingspan is a thing of beauty

As it stretches out to catch the breeze

And as the sun sets on the horizon

The eagle takes its final flight

Leaving me behind with memories

Of its grace and beauty in the light

But even as it disappears from sight

I know that it will always be

A symbol of freedom and wildness

A creature of grace and beauty, wild and free