Majesty of the Eagle

Through dense green webs of ancient forest's breath,
The eagle glides, a shadow marked by death,
Its talons strike, a silent end to life’s caress.

Above the plains where golden grasses sweep,
Its wings command the winds, vast skies they reap,
A sovereign hunter, boundless strength, and ceaseless quest.

From Andes' heights where harpy eagles reign,
To open skies where crowned kings stake their claim,
Their gaze, a spear, pierces time's eternal crest.

No backward glance betrays their calculated strike,
Their flight an arc, sharp as a lightning spike,
Predation’s edge, unyielding power manifest.

Where sunlight bends beneath their sovereign wings,
They grasp the weight of nature's offerings,
A world subdued by instincts honed to fierce finesse.

Soar high, great eagle, guardian of the air,
Your shadow spans horizons wild and rare,
A primal force, the heavens’ silent, noble guest.