Just brothers, not twins, and but a mix One is now brightest and the other actually six They rode on a schooner, and arrive in the summer. The sailors look to them for fortunes to fix.

We rise from the pond on a warm spring day, Far too small for a knight to slay, Flitter and shimmer like fairies at play, While keeping the backyard vampires away!

Coppery spearhead in Terra’s skin Body embedded, top protruding Conical shape, stretched long and thin A product of Terra’s and planter’s coluding

I appear in a fire, but I am not a flame. You might see me in the aftermath.

I’m a giant wave that refuses to behave. I roar to shore, an ocean’s rave. Too wild to surf, too fierce to play, when I come crashing, best run away.