In the scorching heat in the desert I'm seen in the distance. But alas you can never reach me.

Marvel in the multitudes of emeralds you find as you trundle your way through this sacred place. Carefully pick your way amongst the natives, and step between their stilled fingers. If you are quiet, you can hear the ancients breathe, and count the minutes between each slow heartbeat. As is the way of life, fire ravages through this space; wild, hungry, and free. Wait with bated breath for the healing rain and hope. In time, the children cautiously reach up to the sky from the ashes below, wearing tender, new skin. Where are we?

Gliding through sapphire fields with strokes of grace, a dance beneath the sun's embrace. Fins not required, yet fluid you remain, in this liquid ballet where freedom reigns.

The earth's nightlight Shining from high Beaming down From the sky

I flash without warning, growl across the sky, and leave the earth soaking when I pass by.