Brazil, pine, wal, and pea. Or what you call someone when they're acting crazy. Turn me around, then at the end add an 'e' and then I'm something not all can carry.

A sturdy bridge made of one whole wood, strong and flat, carrying you from one side to another without a chat. Unless you ask Rose and Jack, they would tell you that this would have been a nice addition with the door, with such chilly decor.

Mud and water, spun just right, harden only through my might. I glow unseen behind thick wall, and fire the craft that shapes it all.

The warden of days, watched, it slows in a way. Constantly pointing out when to go or to stay. A circular motion, arms of three on display. Your cuckoo grandfather, ringing hourly plays.

At the end of a line, a flat diamond, a ray. In the streets, a rolling board, flipping a tray. On the ice, a carving and spinning display. A way to glide by, barely making your way.