The Bald Eagle

Was I ever asked to be a symbol
To inspire all of a fledging nation?
The image of my presence is noble
When I sit out in my habitation.
I can see why I was the one chosen,
But I do not want your admiration.
There is something that needs to be proven
When you created this expectation.
I just desire to take to the breeze,
To soar above hasty agitation,
And to make my home among the pine trees,
My natural place in God’s creation.
Please do not stamp me on your shirt and coin
In your extreme effort to make more join.