A body of water that proves that isolation is safety.

I could make butter, money, or life, Or be locked away if I cause too much strife Though the plainest form grows on a tree, There are many meanings of me

I describe a parked car and a heavy stone wall, I’m a state of standing still, not moving at all. But change just one letter an A to an E And suddenly, I’m the paper you use to write me.

Use me to light a spark, or swipe if I spark your interest.

I am proof that time can pause, that dead men still may speak. I ask for nothing but your eyes, yet change the way you think.