poem::::An eagle:
Majestic wings outstretched and wide,
The eagle soars, with graceful pride.
He rides the wind, with eyes so bright,
A symbol of freedom, in the morning light.
His feathers golden, brown, and white,
Shining like armor, in the sun's delight.
He swoops and dives, with graceful ease,
A true king of the skies, in gentle breeze.
His cry echoes, through the mountains high,
A call to adventure, in the open sky.
He embodies strength, with a gentle heart,
A true marvel of nature, a work of art.
With wings upraised, he touches the sun,
And shows us all, what freedom has begun.
