The Call Of Strength

In valleys steep and forests dense,

Its call resounds, a regal cadence,

Echoing through the wilderness vast,

A voice of strength, a clarion blast.

From sunrise's kiss to dusk's embrace,

The eagle glides with effortless grace,

In thermal currents, it finds its throne,

A master of skies, nature's own.

Its nest, a testament to dedication,

Crafted with care, a marvel's creation,

A sanctuary where life takes flight,

A symbol of endurance, a beacon bright.

In folklore spun by generations past,

The eagle's prowess forever lasts,

An emblem of nations, a symbol high,

In flags unfurled against the sky.

With a keen eye that never fails,

It spies the prey in hidden trails,

A hunter's precision, a predator's art,

A symbol of survival, beating heart.

Oh, eagle noble, your spirit untamed,

In your flight, a legacy proclaimed,

A soaring emblem of freedom's plea, A symbol of hope, for all to see.

In every beat of wings that soar,

In each majestic, grand encore,

The eagle roams the boundless skies,

A majestic vision to behold with eyes.

In every swoop and graceful turn,

It echoes lessons that we must learn,

Of resilience, strength, and grace,

In the eagle's flight, a timeless trace.