A deep shade of blue, the number seven rings a bell. Am I cold or stormy? Only astronomers can tell. The ones who pointed math at Uranus and somehow found me They look at my dark storm and shout for answers at my sea What am I?

Barren blanket vast and dry, Where the sun's fierce and shadows lie. Where whispers of the wind pass by, And life hides from the burning eye.

Expansive, immense size, colossal. Can be used to describe area of ocean, space, or desert.

I rule from your couch without leaving your seat, or mark lonely lands where strangers seldom meet.

Dark serpents beneath the ground, weaving silently, unseen. Pathways for chariots of thunder and whispering winds.