I offer heat and endless sand, or slip away from a post or stand. I’m harsh in land or swift in choice, one word that carries either voice.

With colors borrowed from a rainbow's arc, I dance lightly in the sun's warm embrace, my life a brief, fluttering tale told on delicate wings.

The world on its axis, A picture unlevel, A dog that's confused, and an edge that is beveled. What do they have in common?

In the shadow of the storm, a calm whispers low, The silent spell of unity, where no tempests grow. By ancient scrolls and sigils cast, harmony's glow.

Frozen, barren land, Life clings with hardy spirit, Where silence answers.