Colorful sentinels of sustainability, they gulp down paper, plastic, and glass, transforming yesterday’s trash into tomorrow’s treasure.

You step on me, but that’s alright. I keep your shoes neat and bright. I’m found right next to the front door.

Like a heart beat in a chest Like a fist on an armored vest Like a thing that goes bump In the night... A sound that can be such a fright.

I brush away what’s left behind, or move like wind both strong and wide. In games I mean you’ve won it all, a single word can do it all.

A solitary giant, standing tall and silent, guardian of stories untold, carved by time's steady hand, unmoved by the waves of change.