Majestic. Proud. Freedom.
Those words are the first to come to mind whenever I am thought of in the minds of humans.
Majestic. My wings spread as I soar on the winds. This is the only word that they come up with to define how they see me.
Proud. The shape of my white head, the calculating look in my eyes. A defender of all that is good and right.
Freedom. The symbol I was chosen to represent. Nothing could capture me, nothing could hold me back.
Yet, I am endangered. My numbers dwindle as my legacy slowly fades into the shadows.