In ancient depths, I silently roam, armored with scales as my timeless throne. By caviar's fame, I am known, a prehistoric swimmer in a river's flowing home.

Sometimes when you look at me, you see yourself, sometimes you see into me, I am often fresh but sometimes salty, Beneath my surface is another world of animals and plants, I am bounded all around by land

A deer that dances beyond the planes. Serving tea and coffee from outer space.

The peak of a mountain, the hight of a wave, top of of a rooster's head. I am used as an ornament, to adorn a soldier's helmet, often colored in red.

A giant's roar from the heavens high, With a flash, the sky cracks its reply. Its voice rolls through the cloudy night, A booming sound, a storm's delight.