The Drifter’s Chorus (A Song for Phytoplankton) ​(Verse 1) They say the giants rule the sea, the whales that break the foam The sharks that glide in silent might, but where does power come? It starts beneath the surface shine, in water deep and blue With tiny, drifting architects, too small for me and you. Derived from Greek, the “plant that roams,” they settle near the light, A chlorophyll-green army, working day and night. ​(Chorus) Oh, Phytoplankton, you are the base, the first link in the chain, The engine that runs the salty deep, through sunlight, wind, and rain. From the smallest krill to the biggest whale, they count on you to thrive, You are the pulse of the ocean blue, you keep the world alive. ​(Verse 2) Some wear a coat of glass and lace, the Diatom, so neat, With shells of silica that fall, like tiny concrete feet. And some have whips to swim their way, the Dinoflagellate’s grace, They dance within the water column, setting their own pace. They take the carbon from the air, the kind that makes things hot, And sink it down to the cold seabed, to a silent, sunken plot. ​(Chorus) Oh, Phytoplankton, you are the base, the first link in the chain, The engine that runs the salty deep, through sunlight, wind, and rain. From the smallest krill to the biggest whale, they count on you to thrive, You are the pulse of the ocean blue, you keep the world alive. ​(Bridge) We breathe the forests of the land, we praise the mighty tree, But half the air that fills our lungs is thanks to the deep blue sea. Fifty percent of every breath, you manufacture free, A tiny life that saves the world, for all humanity. A subtle pump, a silent worker, in the oceanic vast, The atmosphere’s true regulator, built to forever last. ​(Verse 3) But watch the coasts when waters warm, and too much food is near, A sudden, toxic “Red Tide” bloom confirms the warning and the fear. When nature’s balance starts to shift, the giver turns to plight, And what brought life can steal the oxygen, in the darkness of the night. So we must guard the waters clear, the rivers and the tides, To keep the tiny drifters healthy, where the real power hides. ​(Chorus) Oh, Phytoplankton, you are the base, the first link in the chain, The engine that runs the salty deep, through sunlight, wind, and rain. From the smallest krill to the biggest whale, they count on you to thrive, You are the pulse of the ocean blue, you keep the world alive. ​(Outro) Oh, the plant that drifts, the tiny life, The plant that drifts, the ocean’s wife. Keep drifting, keep drifting, and keep us breathing, too.

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