Ode To The Hunter's Grace Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

O, noble eagle, king of boundless skies,
Whose piercing gaze the sun itself defies,
A feathered arrow, launched on currents strong,
Where mountain peaks your ancient anthems throng.

From craggy cliffs, a monarch you survey,
The winding rivers where the wild things play,
The vast expanse, a tapestry unfurled,
Your kingdom claimed, the master of the world.

With wings outstretched, a shadow on the land,
You dance with winds at nature's own command,
A silent hunter, swift and ever keen,
Your talons grasp, a vision rarely seen.

No cage can hold your spirit, wild and free,
No earthly bounds can match your majesty,
A symbol soaring of a strength untold,
A heart of freedom, brave and fiercely bold.

O, eagle, spirit of the heights above,
A timeless emblem of unceasing love,
For open spaces, for the untamed grace,
We sing your praises, in this hallowed place.