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?

I am a mix of two things. Created by wealth but bad for your health. I block something bright and taint the night. What am I?

I carry tusks of ivory but never hunt for meat, I shake the very ground beneath your feet. I remember every face and the paths I used to roam

No footstep marks the way I creep, yet all the world grows dark and deep. I hush the sky, dim gold to gray, and call the stars to end the day.

I thrive in chaos, And bring ruin to everything I touch. The wind is my instrument, As I play the songs of destruction. Hide low and pray I don't sweep you away, While I grow with each spin, And take everything I touch with me.