While my size is not standard, I’m used as a scale. I grow in the sun, though my flesh is quite pale Don’t open my hint, I’ll freely unlock it Are you happy to see me, or am I in your pocket?

I am a twin who cannot speak, born when light and darkness meet. Artists capture my essence in black, revealing truth through what I lack.

A frozen cloak I wear beneath the sun, a silence thick, yet still undone. My trees stay low, my stars shine high, with dancing lights across the sky. I’m harsh, I’m bold, both still and grand, a frozen breath upon the land.

I am a collection of grains for chickens to consume. I am an action by which you conduct in a dining room. I am a gathering of social media posts when you scroll the pits of doom.

I'm the snake that eats himself; The eternal spinning wheel; The trek from full to new again, From grazing fields to hunter's meal.