A lion, a puppy, a castle in the sky. I can be anything, serenely floating by. White, grey, sometimes painted pink. What am I, do you think?

Full of trees, quiet and green, A place where deer and birds are seen.

You cannot fathom how large I truly am. Still there are billions of me. How unfathomable is that?

With antlers wide and legs so long, in northern woods is where I belong.

Into the waved abyss you descend, But not without equipment. Carefully, one small mistake, And the life-giving liquid now marks your end.