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Proud Spirit
Above the ancient hills it soars,
With feathers kissed by sunlight's glow,
The eagle, proud, in silent roars,
Through skies where timeless spirits flow.
Its wings a tapestry of dreams,
In every beat, the ancestors’ call,
A guardian of the sacred streams,
Where earth and sky embrace and fall.
Majestic flight, the heavens' king,
In harmony with wind and land,
It carries tales on whispered wing,
Of nature’s law and wisdom grand.