I am a rumor the ocean refuses to swallow, A stubborn crown of sand and stone. Waves gnaw at me day and night, Yet I keep my lonely throne. No roads lead to my doorstep, No footsteps reach me dry. I float without ever drifting, A land that will not fly. What am I?

Endless blue serpents that carve the earth's face, they flow with stories untold, cradling life along their winding embrace.

I once was a glacier long ago. What remains is my name. Not grand like a canyon. But a spectacle to see, heading towards the ocean is where you’ll find me.

I shimmer where sand and sky meet, a fleeting image built of heat. Palm trees, a castle, it's all air. Look closer and nothing is truly there.