From rooftops I may often hang, silent, cold, and sharp as a fang. Though made of water, I feel like stone, In winter’s grasp I’ve slowly grown.

I’m a tiny drop of ink from the summer sun, Multiplying on your nose when the winter's done. A constellation on your skin, I love the outdoor light, But hide away in shadows and fade out of sight.

I am never still, yet I go nowhere. I cover more than half the world, yet fit in no map's margin. I hold the sky's reflection but own no mirror. Kings have crossed me, none have conquered me yet. What am I?

I'm the jewel of the sea Made by clams from grains of sand What am I?

I dance upon the bridge of your nose but I have no legs. I am a tiny drop of gold kissed by the sun, yet I cannot be spent. The more you chase the summer sky, the more of us appear to play.