Deep within the mountain's chest, I offer bats a place to rest, Enter my mouth of cold, dark stone.

A staple of the Eastern lands, sometimes thrown in the sky, to declare that a wedding is nigh.

From the land down under and the planet red, A kaleidoscope of love, it is said. Born in heat, I capture rain, You’ll never find two quite the same.

A lot of people pay to see me, even though they only see the tip. I'm shredded, cut, and good with dressing, not too much, just a bit. Lastly, I'm known for a movie with a ship, turned out to be a great big hit.

I look like ground but act like glue, each struggle only pulls you through. In mud or plans, I slow desire, step once in me, and you may tire.