I carry no weapons, yet break through the stone, patient as time, I carve on my own. You’ll find me in valleys, in canyons I speak. Soft on the surface, my power runs deep. I mirror the sky and swallow the rain; a giver of life, now tell me my name.

Of seven my size is unmatched Stretching from Asia’s coast to Cali’s shore With me many people have swam and splashed The deepest trench is one I bore

They call me a god wherever I rome and Close to the heat is where I call home. Seven siblings I have, now that one’s gone. I shepherded men atop mighty redstone. I make you reflect when I pour on the scene. I’ve made kings mad, and led a great queen

A frozen cloak I wear beneath the sun, a silence thick, yet still undone. My trees stay low, my stars shine high, with dancing lights across the sky. I’m harsh, I’m bold, both still and grand, a frozen breath upon the land.

I can wave, but I cannot shake your hand. People use me to Identify.