Where sand whispers secrets old, of treasures lost and pirates bold. No man is an island and neither am i, but you are sure to find me nearby.

From churning's dance, a golden birth, Though cows provide, I'm not of earth, What am I, spread with sunny worth?

Tiny and unique, I bring wonder to the season. I make a coat of white that can give you a reason. A reason to what? To play and create. And usually kids love me but adults, they like to hate.

I’m the edge of the sky you’ll never reach, I move when you move, yet stay out of reach. Sailors chase me, poets adore me, Step closer and I flee before thee. What am I?

Language of the depleted Spoken by man and beast Carrying the silhouette of a roar I am to a roar, what banality is to brutality