I cradle elixirs, dark or bright, my stem elevates me into sight. I witness vows, toasts, and lore, held in hands, I ask for more.

If you have one in your throat, you are probably a guy; if you have one in your eye you are a lucky guy. The big one has a giant Christmas tree, the mini one is a twin to a saint. You can throw one or bake one in a pie, but I prefer to eat one raw and keep the doctor away.

i have cities, but no houses. i have mountains, but no trees. i have water, but no fish. i have roads, but no cars.

A golden giant with a face that follows the light, standing tall in fields, turning its gaze towards the sky's warm embrace.

I swallow the cold and breathe out heat, A metal mouth where hunger and fire meet. I turn raw hopes to golden delight, Silent by day, roaring at night.