For a massive sporting company, I describe the noise and motion their silent logo makes.

I’m part of you, but not quite seen. Break me once and you’ll know what I mean.

Crystal fingers dripping light, I bloom in ballrooms every night. From ceiling high, I flare and glare, A sparkling crown suspended there.

A patchwork quilt of earth and green, where nature's palette dances and grows, tended by hands that coax life from soil, a living mosaic that changes with the seasons.

I have no mouth but I can screech. On boards I write, on pavement I sketch. I have a lot of dandruff.