I glow without flame, I burn without rising, And though I am dying, I can start life again.

Giant of the earth, With a trunk that sings and sways, Majestic thou art.

I grow from trunks and reach for the sky, I split from paths where choices lie. In banks or armies, I help expand, what am I, stretched across the land?

In watery realms, I find my place, guiding journeys with rhythmic grace. Held in hand, I dance on waves, a silent partner sailors crave.

It's found underground, breaking it makes a nice sound, you can use it to see farther, or use it on your armor.