Forever I stretch, some would say I carry a fishy stench. A salty taste and an experience so sweet; dance with the sun and cool off from the heat.

My hair stays green above the ground, while orange treasure’s hidden down. Pull me free and crunch away, what am I you may eat today?

Sound of something hitting the ground hard: first three. Next three: what ghosts say in a children's story. Together: ninety nine percent of a Chinese giant's food inventory.

I’m why this post exists tonight. Keep me up or watch me die. A mean one’s looking for a fight, A bright one tears across the sky.

I rest where rivers end their run, yet I do not race beneath the sun. Too wide for pond, too calm for sea, and land surrounds the whole of me.