Poetry: Alone in the Skies

 

Alone, I soar on wings of might,

A solitary eagle in the sunlight.

Above the clouds, I claim my throne,

In the realm of freedom, I am known.

With eyes that pierce the distant peaks,

I navigate canyons, valleys, and creeks.

In nature's beauty, I find my delight,

As I take to the skies, in effortless flight.

My feathers are a tapestry of gold,

A treasure to behold, both fierce and bold.

My beak, a weapon, sharp and keen,

A symbol of my unwavering reign.

I fly with prowess, above the land,

With no companion to lend a hand.

But I am content in my solitude,

A sovereign ruler, in solitude.

I do not bend, I do not yield,

I'm guided by my own true will.

No earthly ties can hold me down,

As I explore the world, without a frown.

A king of skies, I'll always be,

In my solitary flight, wild and free.

I'll keep on soaring, above the clouds,

A majestic eagle, standing proud.