I can be high or low Reveal secrets or take them away Pay close attention to me or I might leave you stranded

I can be clear or murky Calm or stormy I am wet but can dry up There are four great of me in the upper United States but I am singular

Where horizons stretch in endless embrace, vast carpets of green and gold, under skies that sing of open space.

In the cosmic dance, they blaze bright, icy voyagers with fiery tails, whispering secrets of the past as they streak across the night sky, a celestial spectacle fleeting but unforgettable.

I rise and fall but never stand, and shape the edges of the land. With salt and foam, I churn and play, what am I, both night and day?