Eagle

The eagle stares into the sky,

A master of the wind and of the eye.

A king of the air, a ruler of all,

His wings soar over mountain and tall.

He watches with a stern and wise gaze,

His royal feathers adorn the haze.

He soars on for miles, with no end in sight,

His wingspan is a grand and glorious sight.

The eagle is proud, a symbol of grace,

A reminder of both freedom and space.

He circles high, in the greatest of heights,

A glorious protector of all his delights.

The eagle lives free, a part of the sky,

His courage and strength will never die.

He is majestic and powerful, a beauty to behold,

He is the eagle, a sight to behold.