Guardian of the rain's embrace, sheltering heads with fabric grace. In sunny fields, a shadow's dance, a portable haven by mere chance.

An old man standing tall First he wears green Then red Then nothing at all

My world is more colorful than you can fathom, and my body reflects that. For how small I am, I am immensely powerful, and can kill just by punching in your general direction, well maybe not yours, human, but I can probably break some of your bones.

I point without a spoken word, My voice is silence, yet I’m heard. I follow light but never roam, The sun and I make hours our home

Fish and fishermen love to have it, mastering it is a common habit.