Once, in the cradle of dawn,
Giants sang beneath the waves,
Their voices were oceans lost,
Tidal whispers in the void of now.

From ancient stones, the tides were born,
Carved by hands unseen, yet known,
Origin tales in moonlit dance,
The giants weep in silent trance.

Unsung songs echo through the sky,
A cacophony of forgotten giants,
Their legacy in every curl and crest,
In the heart of the tide, the gods' rest.