Raindrops gather on my skin, yet never reach the one within.

I leave no footprints where I roam, yet rivers, lakes, and seas are home. Though hooks may seek and nets may chase, I trust the currents’ swift embrace.

In bunches tight I like to stay, on winding vines I grow each day. Pluck me fresh or let me age, either way, I’ve earned my praise.

I’m born in silence, yet dance in a crowd, Falling from heavens without making a sound. A traveler of winter, fragile and light, I sparkle by day and vanish by night. No two of my kind are ever the same, Though billions appear, each earns its own name. I drift without wings, I settle, then stay, But touch me too warmly I’m gone right away. I blanket the earth in a shimmering white, Turn rooftops to pillows and fields soft as night. Children will chase me with laughter and cheer, While others may curse when I suddenly appear. I’m art without artist, geometry in flight, A crystal that forms in the coldest of nights. Though tiny alone, together I grow, A kingdom of winter the whole world will know. What am I?

I’m a giant with a mighty roar, A jungle legend from a distant shore. I climb tall towers and shake the ground, With thunderous steps and a fearsome sound. My strength is great, but my heart is kind, With a thoughtful soul and a curious mind. I guard those I care for, though worlds divide, With a gentle heart I try to hide. Through roaring battles and moments of grace, My legend forever leaves its trace.