The Golden Eagle Flying though the western sky.
Spots The Bald Eagle on the other side.
They approach each other and they fly.
With a mean look in their eye.
Fight for the sky, should they try.
Or call it truths and unite.
The golden one lands.
But the bald one still flies and commands.
Now both await, still do not hate.
Not friend or foe.
The golden eagle rests on the cactus.
With a snake on its beak, ready to eat.
The bald eagle flying with hunger.
The sky is their jungle.
Both have something one does not.
Cuts the snake in half with its talon.
Shares it with his new companion.
The eagles united and became one big dragon.