On Good Authority (Those Who Still Stand)

When it comes to finding friends, We look to the stars above, "Are they out there?" we wonder, When they've always been right here, with us. "This land is my land, this land is your land," But what if it was theirs, long before our hand? From ancient shores to oceans wide, They’ve watched us rise while worlds collide. They rise through the stars, Dive into the deep, unknown seas, On land they watch us crawl, then walk, From the shadows of our dreams. Through SPY-1’s lens we caught their trace, Fleets flying at the edge of space. From the heavens to the depths below, They move in silence, secrets they hold. Hear now: four grand species exist! One born of Earth, beneath the ocean's mist. Before we stood or knew their hand, They’ve watched in silence, beyond our command. From Enoch's walks to Livy's eyes, From Malmstrom’s echoes to Nimitz's skies, Their presence lingers through ancient lore, Silent observers forevermore. Beneath the depths where waters press, The Watchers thrive in their Eden fortress. Firmaments rise, holding seas at bay, Guardians unseen, hidden from day. They rise through the stars, Dive into the deep, unknown seas, On land they watch us crawl, then walk, From the shadows of our dreams. [TL NOTE: Some postulate that extra-terrestrial life, already a difficult pill for many to swallow, is not extra-terrestrial at all. Consider an advanced species that has been here long before our species learned to walk, living beneath the depths of our oceans...]