Beneath the waves, where shadows play,
The giants roam, in blue they sway.
Their songs resound, a deep, soft call,
Echoes through the ocean’s hall.

Majestic beings, slow and grand,
They glide with grace, they roam the land.
A dance of peace, in waters wide,
In the deep, they find their stride.

Their songs are tales, of old and new,
Whispered in the ocean’s hue.
A melody of life, both near and far,
Guiding sailors by the star.

Guardians of the blue, they stand,
Protectors of the ocean’s band.
In their presence, we find awe,
The silent singers, without a flaw.