In Japan, I am half of the name of a cultural symbol, a type of tree. In America, I was an eponymous TV sitcom that started in nineteen-ninety. In the dictionary, I am both an action and the result of that action, a duality. In life, I describe the positive growth of a person's identity.

Hello darkness my old friend, I’ve come to speak to you again. Lunar surface, the depths of oceans. Nothing is truly this when in motion.

A soft blanket from the heavens, cold kiss upon the nose, dancing in the winter's breath, quietly covering the world in white.

I slip through rivers, quick and sly, With whiskered cheeks and watchful eye. I juggle stones upon my chest, And in cold water, I feel best.

I carry kings yet wear no crown. I race the wind but own no ground. In battle I thunder, in fields I roam. With iron on feet, the road is my home. What am I?