I told you my name was a lie, But in fact that too was untrue, For spirits can dance, And you might chance a glance, In the night, if the lights prance for you

I stretch for hundreds of miles with no shore in sight. I am made of rock and sand, yet I flow in slow waves. Rain visits me rarely, but when it does, I change suddenly. I hide small pockets of life where water briefly appears. Those who cross me unprepared are claimed by heat and thirst. What am I?

Sunny field where cotton blooms, Aglow with nature's paint, Shifts in hue from red to blue, But emerald? It ain't!

If you hunt you may find me. If you dig deep, you make me.

move without legs, I strike without fists, I spread without asking. You feel me before you see me. What am I?