When you stop to look, you can always see me. But if you try to touch me, you can never feel me. Although you walk towards me, I remain the same distance from you.

I split water by day and wash you at night. I symbolize great change, as much as a flight. Three points have I, when looking at math, but in Greek I speak, like warming a bath.

I am known for emptiness, but I do not live. You might die in me.

A giant that sleeps beneath the sky, clad in a coat of stone and green, touching clouds with its mighty crown of white.

They walk over; they walk under; in times of war they burn asunder