I coil silently around my subject. My language is simple, but my logic is strict. I build great things, but never a nest.

I am a tapestry without threads, a tale without words I am a guide to the travelers of the world And yet I fade come sunrise.

You see me once a day and gasp but I have a twin on the other side of the map I bring cool air and muted hues

Remove my first letter, and I'll fuel the flame, Remove my next, she's not my blood but kin in name. Remove my third, I shine on high, Whole, I’m the ground where roots may lie.

I am day in borrowed night attire; Crowds don paper crowns to watch my fire. A bitten coin, a ring that’s never wed... I pass, and roosters wonder if it’s bed.