Beneath the sky of endless gray,
They waddle on in grand parade,
In suits of black and white array,
Their silent march in ice portrayed.

On frozen seas they glide with grace,
As winds caress their feathered coats,
In icy realms they find their place,
A choir of nature, endless notes.

Beneath the stars, they huddle tight,
Against the chill of winter’s breath,
Their warmth ignites the frozen night,
A dance of life, defying death.

Guardians of this icy sphere,
Their spirits brave, their hearts aglow,
In silent strength they persevere,
Amidst the endless fields of snow.