Released from a magician's hand, I spread peace across the land. With a flash of white, my wings I'll beat, an olive branch laid at your feet.

I’m a sound born of water and heat, The song of the grill or the street. I start with a hiss, A hot, burning kiss, Whenever the cold and fire meet.

Hidden in the depths, born from an irritant's grace; a moonlit orb, treasured in the ocean's embrace.

Subaqueous units in streams deploy, digital fins in motion, no decoy. Swim through circuits, silent and slick, metallic scales in liquid flick.

I can be king or cowardly, but I have it made in the shade because the females do all the work so I can eat.