Oh boy, oops, I mean oh my. Not very PC of me to assume you’re a guy. I know, I know, I’m treading thin ice here, I say one more thing, I’ll know your opinion, clear. I’m not trying to argue and understand what’s at stake, just leading you to the answer. A unique, cold, falling. . .

My essence is of life, yet can choke the living. My existence is omnipotent yet can be more valuable than sterling. I can catch ablaze yet can smother my flames. I can be dirty black or crystal clear, and my purity would remain the same.

Amidst the vast ocean blue, a tiny friend in view. Not a mountain, not a plain, just a dot in the nautical domain.

Oh my stars! A whirling dancer of the plains, Kicking up dust and leaving no remains. A funnel of fury, swift as a fox, Spinning its way through fields and rocks.

I could be whole or split in two. I never wear a jacket but I sometimes wear a shoe. I’m hard as a stone, but I’m not a bone