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.

What runs, but never walks. Murmurs, but never talks. Has a bed, but never sleeps. And has a mouth, but never eats?

Some say I am a failed star because of my Helium and Hydrogen, but this is false. In both worlds, I am known for my storms. Boys go here as a significant rite of passage.

I'm left on a ship, but I'm not left behind. I'm a hole to be filled, but I don't leak. I'm a shelter from the storm, but I'm not a roof. I'm a dessert, but I'm not something you eat.