In the silent whispers of the icy breeze,
March the penguins, guardians of the freeze.
On sheets of white, under skies vast and grey,
They waddle in unison, night and day.

Through the endless stretch of frozen land,
In steadfast unity, side by side they stand.
Their black and white suits a regal attire,
Amidst the chill, they inspire.

Caring for their young in the heart of frost,
In warmth and love, no moment is lost.
Through harshest storms, they brave and glide,
With unwavering spirit, they confide.

Beneath the aurora’s gentle glow,
Their tales of survival and courage flow.
In the dance of ice, their story’s spun,
A testament of life under the sun.