I spread my limbs up to the air My children fall upon the ground Or do I tint a coat of mare? A tired joke gone round and round But you'd be wrong If you had thunk I was a loon Inside a trunk

I race with thunder but I always go first, I light up the clouds like they’re ready to burst.

Golden chambers, sweetly filled, where buzzing architects tirelessly build. A waxy palace, hexagonal and neat, a place where liquid gold finds its seat.

If you like pina coladas, you probably like this fruit. A lot of suntan lotion smells like this fruit as well.

Invisible force that topples kings, fuels stars, and whispers through wires; it grants strength to those who have it. Wars begin and end because of men and their need for more of this.