A shield of fabric in your hand, When skies weep, I take my stand. Above your head, I spread wide, To keep you dry from teardrop tide.

I bring two people together but I’m known for starting fires.

Brazil, pine, wal, and pea. Or what you call someone when they're acting crazy. Turn me around, then at the end add an 'e' and then I'm something not all can carry.

A sturdy bridge made of one whole wood, strong and flat, carrying you from one side to another without a chat. Unless you ask Rose and Jack, they would tell you that this would have been a nice addition with the door, with such chilly decor.

Mud and water, spun just right, harden only through my might. I glow unseen behind thick wall, and fire the craft that shapes it all.