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.

I seem unmoving, vast and pale, Yet underneath, I shift and sail. A quiet giant, cold and deep, With strength that lies in silent sweep. What am I?

I spin and I soar, with a powerful roar, Leaving destruction in my wake, and begging for more. I dance with the sky, in a furious plight, What am I, shrouded in darkness and might?

A fair maiden is described as this, Cold cutting to the heart, yet full of bliss Falling gently through the air, This word can’t be seen everywhere What am I?