Alien Origin

In shadowed seas where silence grows, An octopus in moonlight glows. Its skin shifting, starlit scroll, A tale untold, a memory whole. Not born of Earth, but cast from stars, It sailed through the void in silver jars. Encoded in a crystal seed, to wait beneath the waves and breed. Its arms recall a distant sky, a galaxy behind each eye. It dreams in pulses, colors, beams, a thinker far beyond our schemes. They say it came when Earth was young, When molten songs were still unsung. Not beast, or fish, or simple kin, a watcher sealed in alien skin. Its mimicry, a clever guise, To learn, adapt, and analyze.