Vast white canvas, a kingdom of chill, where whispers of the Arctic breeze play with the dry grass and snow silently reigns.

An old book about citrus would contain much of me.

Bumblebees right by the sea? You've got that right! I'm a tree!

They can get inside you, but you don't want them there. You might live inside one and completely unaware. A sign of life if in the ocean and many rise with air in motion.

Bold seafarer clad in iron, sails the northern winds, where gods whisper in the frost and tales of conquest echo through time.