I wax and wane but never cry, I light the night, hang in the sky. I pull the tides, I watch you swoon, Silent companion, friend to the dune. What am I?

Roundish, hard exterior holds a secret gift, Cradled in the giant's palm, Brain-shaped treasure waits.

I wear no skin yet bruise at dusk, I swallow stars and leak out blue. Birds borrow me without a sound, Storms write their tempers on my face. I’m always overhead, never held.

small and white hexagonal and microscopic... it'll melt at your fingertips... dont lick it off a tree or power line or your roof or your car just a word of warning, thats all

Wooden beast o' waves, Canvas wings catchin' the breeze, Heart of the ocean.