I am the line where the sky meets the earth or ocean as far as your eyes can see. Sailors watch me for land and the sun rises and sets along my edge. No matter how far you walk toward me, you never get closer. What am I?

I am born from silence, yet I whisper in flame. No body I carry, yet many know my name. I drift through deserts where moonlit winds spin, Neither demon nor angel

Head in the cloud Wide at the bottom Climb and you're proud Use a Sherpa, if you've got em

Reach for the stars, that’s what they do. Studying planets, stars, and meteors too. Went to moon, made a round trip. In a little, shiny white ship.

A quiet swell upon the land, too small for peaks, yet still I stand.