I have wings but never soar. In freezing lands I thrive ashore. Dressed in black and white each day, yet elegance is not my way.

I sing without a living voice, in wind or touch I make my noise. I ring out soft, then fade in time, a gentle sound both clear and fine. I mark a moment or bring some peace, what simple tone is this you hear

Tell me, How does the ocean greet the shoreline?

I spin and churn, a watery grave, Where ships may falter, and sailors rave. A vortex of power, I draw all near, What am I, that inspires such fear?

As I am, a green symbol of vitality and endurance But swap my second and third, then spell me in reverse and my meaning changes to make something weaker