I grow by stealing moments drop by drop, A thief of warmth who hangs with pointed pride. I vanish quick when brighter seasons stop-- What fleeting shape am I, in cold supplied?

I come out in the dark, Sometimes you can find me in a sonata. Shower in me or dance in me, Just make sure Taylor Lautner is not nearby.

Striking monochrome; Agate dressed in deepest black Veins whisper lace white

I can be plowed or explored, harvested or and area of study.

In one moment I’m a dragon, a castle, a ship, a giant that shifts with the breeze’s soft slip. You lie on the grass and name what you see, but none of those shapes are truly me.