From Ocean Depths to Classroom Desk
In ancient seas where shadows glide,
The Otodus swam with graceful pride,
With serrated teeth and fin so sleek,
A silent hunter, ferocious, unique.
Beneath the waves, where sunlight wanes,
Through schools of fish, it deftly reigns,
An apex predator, fierce and grand,
In a world of mystery, it took its stand.
But time, relentless, with shifting face,
Brought cataclysms to this watery place,
A twist of fate, a fleeting breath,
From life’s embrace to the silence of death.
Fins once darting through currents bold,
Became tales of ages, in silt and cold,
When storms of nature swept through the deep,
Otodus rested in eternal sleep.
Layers of sediment, thick as a tome,
Wrap around secrets, beneath the foam,
With minerals seeping, in whispers they call,
Transforming the bones until flesh turns to thrall.
Eons of pressure, a dance with decay,
Turned flesh into stone, in a beautiful way,
From sharpest of jaws to a glimmering fossil,
A testament true, to a predator colossal.
Now here in our classroom, your story unfurls,
In rock and in history, you enchant our world,
A glimpse of the ocean, a slice of the past,
Otodus, our treasure, a relic to last.
So let us remember this journey of time,
From depths of the sea to the mark of a rhyme,
You swam in the ages, so mighty, so free,
Now a guardian of knowledge, you’re here to teach me.
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