Up soaring in the purple sunset - over the gleaming horizon,
Casting a shadow over the world - hiding the sun with its feathered wings,
Standing proud upon a mighty oak – Talons gripping with strength and power,
It’s Soaring! It’s Flying! It’s Free!
Eyes like boulders with a slight glimmer of light and glow,
Golden beak like a field of barley and wheat simmering,
Cry like a leader heading for war arranging his soldiers,
It’s Soaring! It’s Flying! It’s Free!
Through a waterfall and over a stream of rainbow water,
Nesting by a suburban rock on an uneven cliff face,
Drops down to its chicks and feeds a feast to help them grow strong,
The Eagle is soaring! The Eagle is flying! The Eagle is Free!
