Whale 🐋

Beneath the waves so dark and wide, A gentle giant learns to glide. With every sweep, a tale is told, Of oceans deep and hearts grown old.

Its eyes, like stars from ancient skies, Reflect the world through silent cries. A song it sings, so slow, so far, A whispered hymn to moon and star.

No need for words, no need for sound, Its sorrow in the deep is found. For in its voice, both pain and peace, A longing that will never cease.

In stillness, whales remind us true, That beauty hides in deeper hue— Not loud, not bright, but soft and wise, Like tears unseen in midnight skies. Digital _ ai reference