Don’t give me presents for my birthday, but add a ring to my collection. And don’t light any candles for me, playing with fire is dangerous.

I hold up a flower and support a flute. Marie Curie and Ada Lovelace paved the way for girls -in- me as an acronym.

I grow in silence, felled by steel, My lifeblood rings beneath the keel. In winter’s breath I stand in rows, Feeding warmth when cold wind blows. What am I, stacked with care and toil, Waiting by the cabin bound in spoil?

You see one world, but peer through two, I bring far wonders close to you. Sky or sea, no step required, birds and ships are pulled in tighter.

I let you see, with no sight, the coast loves me, what a delight. Ships love to cross my way, the main objective is to get you on your way.