Majestic wings, soaring high
Eagles ride the wind, touching the sky
With piercing eyes, they scan below
Hunting with precision, their power to show
Their feathers golden, brown, and white
A symbol of strength, in morning light
They soar with grace, with freedom they glide
Kings of the skies, with a gentle pride
Their cries echo, through mountains and trees
A call to freedom, for all to seize
With wings outstretched, they conquer the air
Eagles, a wonder, beyond compare.