Whales - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
When I see the slaughter of a dolphin or whale pod, the word that comes to my brain is "genocide." To my heart and soul they are as sentient as we humans, and this killing must stop. That we need them as part of our ecosystem, that without them the algae that makes 85% of our oxygen will begin to die, is the biological gun to the heads of all who "don't care." Sooner or later, biological science will make you care. Let's hope everyone starts to care in time.
The whales come, those big friendly giants of the big bold blue, of the ocean expanse we pray is a happy home for their kind.
In gilded dreams I glide as whales do, my soul becoming one with their form, swimming, moving in three dimensions, swooping in the brine as free as any bird of open skies.
And there they come, the whales, the mothers and fathers, the infants that play, these great souls of the ocean that bring light to our own.
Ahead they spied a pod of barnacle encrusted humpback whales breaching in the early morning sunlight. In their exuberant display each whale jumped many times in series. About ninety percent of their 45 foot length cleared the water each time and then they turned to land on their side or back. White spray erupted around them as about forty tons of warm blooded mammal hit the surface.