Eagle's Dawn

Above the misty city, where the bridge stands tall, An eagle soars, its wings a testament to will. The golden gate reflects the sun's warm glow, A symbol of freedom, where the wild and the built coexist. Its feathers catch the light, a dance of shadow and flame, A silent sentinel guarding the dreams of the land. The city below, a tapestry of steel and stone, A canvas of human ambition, yet untouched by time. The eagle's flight is a journey of the soul, A reminder of the wild spirit within us all. Its gaze pierces the horizon, where the sky meets the sea, A beacon of hope, a promise of new beginnings. In its shadow, we find our own strength, A mirror of resilience, a call to rise above. The city sleeps, but the eagle never rests, A guardian of the past, a harbinger of the future. For in its wings, we see our own aspirations, A flight of courage, a leap of faith, A testament to the enduring spirit of freedom, An eagle's dawn, a new day's promise.