Eyes of the Sky

Above the storm, where silence sings,

An eagle spreads relentless wings.

No tether binds, no trail to trace,

Just sky and soul in bold embrace.

It climbs through clouds with steady fire,

Its gaze as sharp as deep desire.

While others flinch at heights unknown,

The eagle dares to rise alone.

It does not ask the wind to turn,

It rides the fire, it lets it burn.

For freedom isn’t found below—

It’s where the fearless choose to go.

Its eyes don’t seek the easy way,

They search for truth in skies of gray.

A hunter, yes—but never cruel,

It lives by instinct, nature’s rule.

And in its flight, we see our own—

The will to soar, to stand alone.

To rise above, to break, to bend,

To fall—and still ascend again.

💬 Moral / Meaning:

This poem speaks to those who carry quiet strength. Like the eagle, true power lies not in noise—but in clarity, purpose, and the courage to rise, even when the sky looks unforgiving.