I am a whisper of hope, the glimpse through a mirage, a verdant deception born of thirst. Though born of illusion's dance, my reality surpasses all that's dreamed, a life-giving respite, where the parched soul is redeemed.

From Caledonia to the Emerald Isle, my home is a hot debate. A sip to your health or to warm your heart, but take care to not tempt fate.

A force of nature; I only destroy. No fury, no mercy, no grief, no joy. My march is eternal - relentless, untamed. By time's gentle hand, my mark is proclaimed. I tear down mountains and cliffs on my own; I can also leave you a smooth polished stone.

I am a swirling empire of stars, unseen in my entirety by the naked eye, held together by gravity's might. My dust clouds birth and cradle stellar fire, and ancient light reveals my vast desire.

I wear a crown of storms that never sleep, my bands of colors swirl crimson deep. So many worlds within my sway, yet no solid ground beneath the fray.