At the edge of sight Can't see it at night A long line Between earth and sky define

I run but never walk, I bend but never break. I carry fish and fallen leaves, From mountain cold to ocean wake.

A wide view I present, Unfolding, a sweeping scene, World in one embrace.

The mountains part and there I lie, beneath the earth and open sky. I carry rivers through my floor, while towering walls around me soar.

I'm how mother nature let's off steam, in large and violent displays. Best keep a safe distance, or your skin will be glazed, not worth that selfie on your home page.