One of gold. One of wood. One holds the stones, One weathers the flood.

In the night sky, a cluster bright, sisters sparkling in celestial light. Born of myth and ancient lore, a stellar gathering to adore. What am I, among the stars, guiding sailors from afar?

I watch over a land of dust, gold as the sun I have been scarred, yet I still remain vigilant In my presence kings may yet rest, but never shall I in my quest for answers

I can fly, but I cannot lie. People use me to immortalise themselves into leaves..

I sit atop their head, showing their greatness. My gems and material show their extravagance.