In the depths of the azure sea, they glide with grace,
Ancient mariners of time, in a silent, endless chase.
Their shells, a testament to resilience and might,
Beneath the waves, they vanish from sight.

Through coral reefs and seagrass beds, they roam,
Navigating the currents, far from home.
With every stroke, they tell a tale so grand,
Of oceans vast and distant, unknown lands.

Their eyes, a mirror to the ages past,
Witnesses to changes, from first to last.
They carry secrets in their ancient stride,
Guardians of the deep, with nowhere to hide.

Oh, gentle giants, may you forever soar,
In the boundless blue, from shore to shore.
May your journeys be safe, your paths clear,
For in your presence, magic and wonder appear.