With armored hide and teeth that glint like spears,
Dinossom rises, conquering all fears.
A titan of the deep, with eyes of molten gold,
His legend echoes, stories yet untold.
He glides through currents, a king beneath the waves,
His powerful tail, a force the ocean craves.
But whispers drift, on currents soft and slow,
Of gentle giants, where kindness used to flow.
He yearns for peace, a harmony to keep,
To mend the scars, where shadows run so deep.
To bridge the gap, between the land and sea,
A bond of trust, for all the world to see.
The whispers sing, of ancestors so bold,
Who fought for justice, stories to be told.
But Dinossom seeks a different way,
Where might serves kindness, and shadows fade away.
Oh, Dinossom, of power and of grace,
May gentle currents guide you to your place.
Let ocean’s lullaby soothe your restless soul,
And find your purpose, making hearts whole.
For in your depths, where strength and kindness meet,
True wisdom lies, beyond the ocean’s beat.
And massive fins, with gentle touch will guide,
A bridge of hope, across the surging tide.