A stone that dances without a flame, yet shifts its colors all the same. With every glance I change my guise, a rainbow caught before your eyes. No single shade can make me stay, I shimmer, drift, then slip away. A quiet gem with hidden light, what holds the colors shining bright

I’m made to aid in an outdoor trade My suit can be arrayed on your table and played Don’t make my dismayed for I prayed you would see that under my charade, I am a

A Roman parade A sarcastic canine A motorcycle A stunning win.

Two hands meet but do not fight, We grip together, firm and tight. We seal a deal without a pen, Or greet a friend we meet again. A sign of peace from days of old, A silent story clearly told.

It hugs an injured limb to keep it still, Combined with permission to do what you will. I accessorize instead of preventing harm. Flex me too hard, and you'll lose your charm.