18/10/2025
Greeting Culture ✌❤
🪶 “Eagle of the Spirit Sky”
The wind speaks low through fields of flame,
It whispers softly, calling his name.
Wrapped in red — the color of prayer,
He stands unbroken, the soul laid bare.
Beside him waits the eagle’s gaze,
Sharp as truth, through time and haze.
Feather and flesh, one breath they share,
The sky remembers, the Earth is aware.
Their silence sings — a thundered song,
Of where the brave and pure belong.
For man and eagle, heart and wing,
Are bound by the voice the spirits sing.
The red cloak burns, yet brings no pain,
It marks the blood, the birth, the chain.
A warrior’s vow, a sacred cry —
To live with honor 🎯
