By the sea, long and weathered, a tale unfolds, Where waves' gentle whispers and time have molded. Once proud and tall, now a story it tells, Of journeys untold while the ocean swells.

I'm a terror of air, land and sea, A true mainstay of mythology, My golden hoard is my one desire, Bend knee to me or taste my fire Hatched from egg and born of flame, My nature is not to be tamed, But some have earned partnership from me, With acts of ruthlessness, cunning or bravery

I rise in the east and set in the west. Only half the world can see me at a time, what am I?

What do you call an elephant that doesn't matter?

I open up when rain falls down and close when skies are clear. I shield your head without a sound whenever storms appear. What am I?