A bear or a cockroach We are all but the same Yet we use it for insults For beasts yet untamed If I call you by this It feels rude and uncouth But we cannot change nature What we are is the truth

I can be clear or murky Calm or stormy I am wet but can dry up There are four great of me in the upper United States but I am singular

Where horizons stretch in endless embrace, vast carpets of green and gold, under skies that sing of open space.

In the cosmic dance, they blaze bright, icy voyagers with fiery tails, whispering secrets of the past as they streak across the night sky, a celestial spectacle fleeting but unforgettable.

ROAAAAAR! The blazing warrior charges forth, fierce and bright, but soon stumbles, weary, as the flames fade to ashes in the aftermath of victory's heat.