I have no voice, yet I can roar, I have no hands, yet sculpt the shore. I travel far across the deep, And softly rock the ships to sleep. I can be caught but never bound, I crash to earth without a sound

I dance upon a liquid stage, twisting under a bright embrace. I exist only as a reflection, enlightening that which once seemed dull. Without a sun over my head I have no halo, as I’m dead. What am I?

Sadly, it can't fry rice. It has cousins who are lice.

No feet, yet every path I pace. No crown, yet every king I grace. I flee no chase, yet none draw near. I mark each age, though dissapear. The more I’m faced, the less I’m known. Without my gift, no shade is shown. What am i?

Latin that refers to earth forms the base of this words birth. Home to plants this dome contains an ecosystem that needs no rains.