I am a family of silicate minerals, combined into a single stone's name. Nephrite's my twin, a part of my fame. Nobels and Emperors coveted my varied hues, though my emerald shades are what they most often choose.

I have one lens, but see the world in two. I magnify, yet am not a telescope's view. I perch upon a face, a singular display, a sign of elegance, or perhaps a bygone day.

I creep in silence across the window pane, a cold white-hue painted by an invisible brush. Though born of damp breath, I hold no life, and with the sun, I vanish in a hush.

I’m born from breath or soapy streams, I shimmer bright with rainbow gleams. I float on air, so light and sly, But touch me once, and I will die.

I'm not a chair, but I help you sit, on an equine friend where I snugly fit. With stirrups below and straps all around, I go on adventures without touching the ground!