I'm tall and pointy, reaching high, Right up toward the blue, blue sky. I sit on churches, towers, steep, What am I that's so very steep?

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.

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.