A country one took John Denver home, Dorothy skipped down one of yellow brick, Red Hot Chili Peppers were trippin' on the coast, One to El Dorado carried two Spaniards who were slick

I have no voice, yet I speak for the land, I stretch out my arms, but I have no hand. I bear the heavy burdens of the weak and the great, Yet I never move, standing locked in my fate. I marry two worlds that the waters divide, What am I, that lets you reach the other side?

Born of the land, but I die in the sea, Though I float in the salt, fresh water made me. You see only my crown, while my giant body is drowned, A cold, silent giant where deep ships go down.

I rise where footsteps fade to dust, A silent keeper built on trust. No voice have I, yet still I speak Of hands long gone and power at peak. A shard of earth that dares the sky, A question cast in stone: But why? Am I a marker, grave, or throne, Or something meant to stand alone? Four sides I often choose to show, With edges straight and tip aglow. At dawn I stretch, at dusk I fall, A shifting shadow over all. Not quite a tower, not quite a spear, Yet both ideas may linger near. I pierce the heavens without a sound, A rooted spike in sacred ground. What am I, unmoved yet bold, A story carved in ages old?

I have four walls, but I am not a house.I am often surrounded by rooms, but no one sleeps in me.I am open to the sky, yet I am part of the building. What am I?