In the mornin', it rises with glee, A golden coin gifted to thee. It dances on dew, And bids clouds adieu, A warm hug for the world, can't ye see?

you talk to me in the middle of night, i show you a light that’s not mine

In cauldrons of aqua, a green spirit’s delight, A cleansing specter, unseen by night. Humble alchemist of water's rebirth, Its touch turns murk to purity, for what it's worth.

THESE CHURN AIR The letters above will help you find, A pair of words that bring to mind, Massive storms over land and sea. Tell me now, what can they be?

It can build a nest Or a fire Either way for it to be best More than one, you'll require