From dusk to dawn I'm hard to see, Forever I am out of reach. In farmers fields and at the beach, Where sky and earth come to meet. What Am I?

I am neither day nor night, Yet I borrow from them both. I paint the sky in fading fire Before the stars take oath.

Feathers white as refracted light, a neck curved like a sigmoid line. Territorial, yet moving with grace - what creature rules a mirrored place?

I once was sap in forest shade, then heat transformed what nature made. Now I may bounce, erase, or roll, a stretchable thing with many roles.

No matter what you say, I'm peak. No cap, except ice on me. When snow sloughs off me, don't trip, My melting streams are pure drip.