Well, I think I will submit a bit of poetry. And there is some artwork as well, though this cover for my book was actually created by Marites Catungal, one of the beta readers for it:
At some point within the story is a funeral service. In this future society of octans, the intelligent descendants of current octopuses, they do not "sing" but they do have a fine appreciation of ritual. The dead are wrapped in kelp, buoyed and weighted by a funeral crafter to be exactly neutral in the water, and set to drift in the current at the edge of their community. This was intoned during the service:
We gather so somber
As loved ones depart
The Sea has a secret to keep
A long journey’s end
Is a new journey’s start
And home will be found in the deep
The cycles that nourished
Our tribes and our kin
And friends that sustain us through life
Are here at the end
When the quiet of skin
Proclaims the surcease of all strife
The colors that mourn
And the leaves that adorn
The wrapping with love and great care
Are comfort too small for us,
Here and forlorn
But form one last bond we can share
The Sea gives us life,
And protects us from sky
She spreads out her glorious repast
And comes to us all
When the ending is nigh
The Sea brings us home at last
It is not obviously octopus-related, though an image of the scene would be.
Nevertheless, I will do something that is rather more octopus-specific.