Today at the bank, an old lady asked me to check her balance, so I . . .

A vessel of grace, pouring life with a gentle embrace. From the mound, it sends its flair, or in the kitchen, it stands with care.

What has six faces, but does not wear makeup, has twenty-one eyes, but cannot see? What is it?

I need no crown to rule the sky, my piercing gaze sees far and wide.

At the edge of sight Can't see it at night A long line Between earth and sky define