Wheeling Gull Isle On a shaking leaf

To say she was shocked would be a major understatement. Gailiv was from Belize, she'd never in her life seen a creature like this before. It was great and hulking, full of an amazing energy for something so huge.
"I - I am not a goddess -" she stammered... What else could she say? She'd never been mistaken for a goddess before.
"but - I can sing you a song, if you like?"

She was truly lost for words and wasn't sure anything would come out, but she started:

"Oh giant of the raging sands,
Oh hunter of the seas and strands,
With teeth to crush, foe or feast,
Oh magnificent, ocean beast.
So I stand in awe, of might itself,
Emerging from the deepest sea,
Here I am on the rocky shelf,
And this hunter stands here before me.
Will he be friend, will he be foe?
Has he come to harm me?
Oh I hope he is friend, for I shall sing,
Of his conquests and tales,
In Winter or Spring,
Oh mighty creature, strong as steel
Accept my song,
And be my kin"