Cold, harsh ice surrounded by frozen waters,
An ice cap amidst an ocean of sorrow.
Any being can feel disheartened by such a sight,
Especially if nature melts your ground away,
Easily winning this fight.
On the slippery ice, the penguin sways,
Fearing the waters full of dismay.
Try as it might, the little penguin cannot stay,
Its ground continually floats off,
Eventually forcing it to stray.
And try as it might,
The little penguin simply cannot fly,
Its wings flap but do not lift,
The little creature falling into the abyss.
It is then that the little creature realizes
That it is not meant to fly,
But meant to swim.
The pengu