I’m cradled between giants Filled with fertility Flowing with life. What am I, that’s so uncanny.

I have a bed, but I never rest. I have a mouth, but I never speak. I can run for miles without any feet, Cold and clear, or shallow and weak. Change my meaning, and I'm a patient man, Who will tolerate what he must, as long as he can. I will not suffer an insult or a lie; I’m a tiny river under an open sky.

What is quarantine called in Alaska?????

Were they here before? Many cultures think so. When distant designs align, some claim it must so. I know they exist, that part feels fact, but have they touched Earth? I still await proven fact.

I’m made of steps, yet not your feet, I grow with every mile you meet. No single place can call me home, I’m what you take each time you roam.