I carry no weapons, yet break through the stone, patient as time, I carve on my own. You’ll find me in valleys, in canyons I speak. Soft on the surface, my power runs deep. I mirror the sky and swallow the rain; a giver of life, now tell me my name.

Left to wander in the cloud, rejected by the spheres. Until I’m freed, sent on a trip that may take many years. Enjoy my tail from ages past, my intension, don’t assume. I may bring life to barren lands, or spell your very doom.

I turn without wheels and rise without wings, I dance with no rhythm, yet stir many things. I’m chased but not caught, I’m felt but not seen, I’m silence in motion, both gentle and mean. What am I?

Grapefruit of the earth, dull and gray; when cut wide are treasures displayed A chest without hinge, key or lock; Hidden within, are treasures of rock

I answer though I never call, but call and call again.