In the land where ice meets sky,
Penguins waddle, not fly.
Silent guardians of the frozen sea,
Their hearts beat in unity.

Beneath the aurora’s gleam,
They form a harmonious team.
Feathered coats of black and white,
Against the cold, they fight.

With each dive, they seek their prize,
Underneath the icy guise.
In the depths, they glide so free,
Masters of the frigid sea.

On the ice, they huddle tight,
Facing the long polar night.
With strength and grace, they endure,
Nature’s wonders, pure and sure.