The world on its axis, A picture unlevel, A dog that's confused, and an edge that is beveled. What do they have in common?

In the shadow of the storm, a calm whispers low, The silent spell of unity, where no tempests grow. By ancient scrolls and sigils cast, harmony's glow.

Frozen, barren land, Life clings with hardy spirit, Where silence answers.

I have sharp eyes and strong claws. I soar high above mountains and trees. My wings are wide, and my nest is high. What am I?

I wear a thousand colors’ guise, a gemstone of firelight before your eyes. No flame am I, yet fire I keep, In autumn’s grasp, my secrets sleep.