Like an eagle's wing,
it soars high above.
Relishing the nice ring
to one's proclaimed love.

Pride, to shout it from the top
down to meadows, forests, rivers.
Never ending and non-stop,
leaving listeners with shivers.

A storm comes up, the eagel hides,
yet ongoers resist under strain.
As sun arises with lesser tides:
listeners gone, all left is vain.