I am Penguin.  Bird flying underwater.

          I am Penguin.  My home is frozen solid.  There are no trees for nests.  There is no grass for lining.  There is only snow and cold and water and me.

          I am Penguin.  My house is my own flesh.  My nest is on my feet.  Its lining is my feathers.  There is warmth, protection, and life beneath my folds of flesh.

          I am Penguin.  As I have dreamed my nest, so can you.  As I have adapted, so can you.  Your greatest resource is yourself.  Look inside for help.

          I am Penguin.  The arctic days are long.  Time stands still. There is no differentiation.  The dreams of arctic days fill your soul with light.

          I am Penguin.  Let me teach your soul of frozen sunlight.  Let me sing to you of watery flight.  Let me show you how to dream in the day.  Let me guide you to your inner help.