I run but never walk, I roar but have no mouth. I can carve through stone or cradle a seed, Yet I never leave my bed.

They say the world is round, but I am flat. What am I?

In deep azure robes, a cold monarch waits, With winds that whip and stormy fates, A trident's realm, in solar dance it spins, Guardian of seas where mystery begins.

If I get lost you have to manually exercise control. Want to get away from everyone? Am I the island for you! Your lord wants a circular water-filled trench around his castle. He wants you to do it over again! All three are me! What could I be?

I’m always in motion, it’s true, Through meadows of green and of blue. I’ve a bed but no sleep, And secrets I keep, As I’m constantly running past you.