I am a lord under the earth, I am a dwarf above it. I have five icy children who, circled in my arms, I covet. I once shared my family’s title but have been stripped of my worth; discriminated by my size and position of my birth.

Three brothers share a family sport: A nonstop marathon The oldest one is fat and short And trudges slowly on The middle brother's tall and slim And keeps a steady pace The youngest runs just like the wind, Speeding through the race

I fly high on a metal frame. Could be a message or a claim. If I am white - a soldier’s request. If I am red - danger’s assessed.

I cover your work to prevent its removal. I could be a creature, or a sign of approval.

I can heal, I can peel, I breathe and I can rot and pucker. I can be marked, I can be cut, I can be stitched. I envelope so much.