I'm how mother nature let's off steam, in large and violent displays. Best keep a safe distance, or your skin will be glazed, not worth that selfie on your home page.

I’m pointy on top and huge at the base, Mummies used me as their hiding place. I’ve stood so long in the desert sun, Even your Wi-Fi’s not lasted that long.

I'm a place where stones are broken, yet I'm never truly shattered. Though I'm dug out, I'm often a source of what's gathered. What am I?

From dusk to dawn I'm hard to see, Forever I am out of reach. In farmers fields and at the beach, Where sky and earth come to meet. What Am I?

No matter what you say, I'm peak. No cap, except ice on me. When snow sloughs off me, don't trip, My melting streams are pure drip.