In the vast embrace of white and blue,
Where icy winds forever blow,
The penguins gather in their queue,
A dance of life in silent snow.

Their feathers glisten in the morn,
With black and white in harmony,
In colonies where dreams are born,
They thrive in cold serenity.

Upon the ice, they waddle proud,
With flippers wide, they slide and play,
Beneath the sky, beneath the cloud,
In endless night and endless day.

Through storms and waves, they find their way,
A testament to nature’s grace,
In unity they stand and stay,
Survivors in this frozen place.