I rise like kingship by the sea, with fragile walls and towers free. No stone, no steel, yet shaped with care, a fleeting fortress built from air. I stand in pride, then fade away, undone by tide or child at play. A royal home that cannot last, what grand design is washed to past

I'm a bog in a pit filled with cattails galore, Where the earth's kinda squishy and water is shallow, But there's another of me people enjoy a lot more, Just as soft but more fluffy, and it ends with a mallow

I drift where lesser wings grow tired, my piercing gaze is much admired. No crown I wear, yet skies I claim, a sharp-eyed hunter, known by name.

Let your spirit solve what your brain cannot. Follow the clues like a river finds the sea. It teaches without words and will always be?

I am a deep water carved by ice, You might like my inhabitants with your sour rice. What am I?