Among the four, I represent West. But I am king of the East, Engaged in eternal conflict with the dragon.

I am announced before I arrive, yet I still take many by surprise. I am given a human name, but no human can command me. I draw strength from warm oceans, and leave behind new shapes to familiar coasts. From far above, I look like a perfect spiral, but on the ground, I am anything but orderly. What am I?

I have no flowers, yet I’m full of grace, I thrive in shade, in a quiet place. My leaves uncurl in a spiral turn, Ancient and green

Arr matey, in the shadow of fortune's gleam, a green-eyed Kraken stirs the dream. With a heart as restless as the sea, this beast be what makes ye wish to be free.

I’m born in a beak but heard in the bleachers, A tiny tweet that can rattle the pitchers, I come in bursts, I hype up the scene, A feather-made soundtrack between innings unseen.