From ancient tales, carved beauty of stone, a child's toy, smooth and cold, rolling to win the game of old. Eternal and timeless, polished by years, a sculptor's dream, in halls it appears.

You may say I’m selfish. Whether I’m a car, or I feed myself, or I’m a form of gov’t, it matters not. It all just comes back to me! Often, I’m used as a short word for a vehicle, but don’t get fooled, it’s ALWAYS about me. Anyone else is Greek to me.

I can run forever without getting tired, I constantly wander, yet I go nowhere. When I wave no one waves back, When I speak I'm not heard unless I roar, I bring life to all I touch but can take yours if you touch me.

Comes with sunshine, leaves with night Hides in darkness, does not bite Always joined to its caster, never strays from its master

I am known for being outdoors and in the sky, but I do not have wings to help me fly.. You might control me.