I am Something that is nothing to what I once was. you may find me in the desert wrapped in tan cloth. I start to roam if you happen to be out at night, yet when the sun rises steady I walk still.

A sunlit stage where sand grains play, The ocean's roar, a song each day. Flip-flops meet, Waves retreat, Where castles rise and kids at bay.

I wear white like winter, yet glide without cold. My neck draws a question the water can’t answer. I sing once, they say, before silence takes me. I rule the lake without teeth or roar. What am I?

Golden rows stand tall in the field, whispering secrets of the harvest. I dance within the kettle, and pop to bring joy on nights of flickering screens.

I can secure and hold mighty things of stature, trace me back and find out where you came from.