The Soaring Eagle
The soaring eagle flew
Above the snow-capped mountains.
Below he could see
The wonders of nature.
The rapid waters of the clear,
Blue colored mountain river.
Scurrying white-haired mountain goats
Maneuvering over jagged rocks.
The small, quiet valley
Surrounded by towering mountains.
The cows grazing on the soft, green grass
At the edge of the mountain range.
Faint sounds of churning of butter
Could be heard in the noiseless valley.
What a peaceful and lovely world.
Eagle, why does thy fall.
Thy once white bald head
Is now covered by oozing, red blood.
Man, what has thy done.
The soaring eagle flew
Above the snow-capped mountains.
Below he could see
The wonders of nature.
The rapid waters of the clear,
Blue colored mountain river.
Scurrying white-haired mountain goats
Maneuvering over jagged rocks.
The small, quiet valley
Surrounded by towering mountains.
The cows grazing on the soft, green grass
At the edge of the mountain range.
Faint sounds of churning of butter
Could be heard in the noiseless valley.
What a peaceful and lovely world.
Eagle, why does thy fall.
Thy once white bald head
Is now covered by oozing, red blood.
Man, what has thy done.
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