Deep and blue, I swell and break, Millions drown within my wake. My bed has never needed sleep, I salt the lips of those who weep. Rearranged, you can unpack The very thing that rides my back.

Raising a child takes me, or so they say. That sounds about right, because it's a 'G I V E A L L' job.

I am a deep, man-made hole in the earth, created by tearing away rock, stone, or sand. I hold secrets of the ground below, yet when I am filled with water, I become a place for a swim. What am I?

A constellation of land, amongst the waters of the world. No land bridge exists, unless manmade. Though tectonically, I'm all connected.

The Obelisk in washington, the seven wonders of the world. We all are this, forevermore.