Beneath the waves I made my bed, yet legends keep me far from dead.

I wear a cloak of darkest night ,Yet paint the shadows silver-white. I steal the brilliance of the sun,But vanish when his day's begun. ,What could I be?

I might be small Not even a seed tall But my mighty jaw Leaves the strongest in awe

I might be a man I might be a house I might be a hat I might be a bed The only thing for certain is that I come from the ground

I reach for the sky But I'm anchored to the ground When the north wind blows, I tend to cry When my brethren fall, do they make a sound? What am I?