I'm a sound to be reckoned with, hear the heavens bellow, Lightning might not strike twice, but you can hear me echo, If I'm far away you might just hear a low rumble, If I'm quite close, things on your walls might tumble

I’m a color in the forest, in your eyes I sometimes glow. I’m a nut inside a shell, and a name that kids may know. What am I?

Paper bird takes flight, Folding dreams with gentle hands, Art in motion born.

Born in flame, yet not destroyed, From ash and ember I’m redeployed. Time may fell me, age may press, But death itself I simply reset. What am I?

I am alive, and not alive. Sometimes described; As the edge of life. I dont eat, I don't need food. I replicate to reproduce. Inside a cell is my favourite of places That's stable, regulated Homeostasis.