A gentle sound of air's embrace; quick like a whisper, it cuts through space. In sneakers' dance, it finds its name, a signature move in athletic fame.

Gaze up to the sky, On a night free of mist, Might spy my side, Look across the disc

You’re in a house, all four walls face south. What color is the bear?

Take a dive to gaze upon My splendor before I’m gone. Millions of years I took to grow. But me or madness to go.

Above the world where pigeons play, A ceiling high, a place to stay. Lift your gaze where chimneys meet, A hidden realm beneath your feet.