Cut down, split, and neatly laid, I spend my life in tidy shade. Feed me to flames and I will smile, what am I in patient pile?

In the lungs I lie, Silent and slick, Guard by nature, Cast out when thick.

Close one eye? Not so fast! No need to wink with this spyglass. Gaze at stars. Read far off words. One common use is for the birds!

What two keys can’t open any door?

Endless blue serpents that carve the earth's face, they flow with stories untold, cradling life along their winding embrace.