We tend to see this daily Though many rarely look. Some want to see what’s beyond Others predict what happens next. Light and darkness form spectacles Both beautiful and terrifying. What they focus on can be far or near And yet seem side by side.

I have the beauty of an angel, and the temperament of a bouncer.

I am a green fruit with a large pit Good for your health is food with me in it

you avoid it block it but your entire life still revolves around it

I once stood tall among the trees, Now waves carry me with ease. Weathered, worn, and bleached by sun, I travel wherever the tides run. What am I?