"Sentinel of the Sky"

Perched above the winding blue,

Where morning paints the world anew,

The eagle stands in solemn grace,

A monarch with a timeless face.

Its golden eye—a flame unshaken,

By storm or time, by peace forsaken—

Scans the lands and lakes below,

Where silent dreams and rivers flow.

Each feather, carved by wind and will,

Whispers strength, serene and still.

Upon the heights where few dare climb,

It watches life, it watches time.

O guardian of the breathless sky,

You teach the soul to soar, not fly—

To ride the winds of fate alone,

To claim the stars and call them home.

Beneath you, forests hum and sleep,

The valleys curve, the waters weep—

But you, eternal, bold and free,

Are bound to none but destiny.

A symbol carved from light and stone,

Of freedom's fire and paths unknown,

O eagle, teach us to be brave,

To seek, to rise, and not behave.

Where others pause, you stretch your wings,

Above the hush of earthly things.

For in your stillness, loud and true,

Speaks all that dares and all that flew.