An eagle doth fly in the sky,
Magnificently up there so high.
Silently soaring with mobility,
An object of grace and stability.
A masterpiece of God's creation,
A manifestation of pure fascination.
A welcome vision for aching eyes,
A form of serenity to one who cries.
Unshackled from life's pain,
It flies through the wind and rain.
Uncaring of life's unexpected storm,
No need for haste, free from harm.
One with the wind as yonder it soar,
Gliding motionless over the moor.
An object so lovely, so high in the air.
Oh, to be as an eagle free from care.
A object of beauty in a sea of blue,
To fly at liberty to destinations anew.