A force of nature; I only destroy. No fury, no mercy, no grief, no joy. My march is eternal - relentless, untamed. By time's gentle hand, my mark is proclaimed. I tear down mountains and cliffs on my own; I can also leave you a smooth polished stone.

I wear a crown of storms that never sleep, my bands of colors swirl crimson deep. So many worlds within my sway, yet no solid ground beneath the fray.

I am a belt that holds a vast, blue gown. You cannot buckle me up or down. Ships cross my line, but I am never wet.

I appear as triangle, but I am not geometric. People associate me with river.

Each day, I rise, I recede, never fall: lands of earth know my touch, one and all- The wise once saw me as proof, the world is round: for heavens move me, a truth profound.