I have bands of Red, yellow, green, and blue. I may be a bridge, a promise, or represent freedom too.

I am a sea of grass, vast and wide, Where wind whispers secrets, secrets I hide. Few trees dare to stand, where the bison once cried.

I bend over the horizon, A rare sight to see. Only after storms Can you catch a glimpse of me.

Three snowy spheres all stacked with care, a carrot nose and scarf I wear. With coal for a smile, I proudly stand, a winter guest shaped by your hand.

One bird all by itself can't make a pun. But...