I drift like cotton through the blue, changing shape as dreamers do. I appear soft to the sight but not to hold, I paint the sky in gray or gold.

From earth's embrace, I take my form, Molded by hands, soft and warm. With water's kiss, I find my way, To become art that shall not sway.

A sea giant's treasure, for your nose's pleasure.

I rise where motion peaks. I am not the beginning, not the end, only the highest point before the fall. You will find me on a wave before it breaks, on a mountain before gravity wins, and on a symbol worn to show allegiance and power.

It has a nose that knows secrets. A mouth that mouthes no words. It speaks in the coat of a tree. Lovable, but hares bewares; It can be a bully.