I rest where rivers end their run, yet I do not race beneath the sun. Too wide for pond, too calm for sea, and land surrounds the whole of me.

Deep and blue, I swell and break, Millions drown within my wake. My bed has never needed sleep, I salt the lips of those who weep. Rearranged, you can unpack The very thing that rides my back.

I’m brown and hairy, but not an animal. I’m filled with water, but I never drink.

I'm green at the start. Halfway through I'm mostly red with dark freckles. By the end, I'm often smiles of green, white, then red.

The sky's deep growl without a beast, followed by a dazzling feast. I'm slower than the light, hearing me will give you quite a fright.