Rarely abandoned yet left behind, a clearing in the woods of time. A staple of a buried find, Languishing in dirt and grime.

A staple of the Eastern lands, sometimes thrown in the sky, to declare that a wedding is nigh.

From the land down under and the planet red, A kaleidoscope of love, it is said. Born in heat, I capture rain, You’ll never find two quite the same.

A sturdy companion with four feet, The place where rest and comfort meet. Though it cannot walk, It's where you will talk, A throne for kings and the elite.

I am the ancient wages of the soldiers march, The white rot of iron and the crumbling of the arch, I am the tears of the earth left behind by the tide, Where the thirsty find death with water on every side.