High above the world, I stand, a stage for skies to meet the land. A ledge where whispers softly blend, where views and breezes gently mend.

PROOF TO rain and wind and sky, Rearrange me, that’s the why. Split in two, both halves are true, The answer hides in plain view.

I reflect the heavens down below, born when storm clouds overflow. Step too near and watch me sway, as ripples steal the sky away.

I lend you my handle, to give you your food. If you douse me with water, I'll return the mood. In my face, you are small, on my back you are tall. My head has no eye, so I ask: What am I?

I look like falling crystals frozen in time. My light spreads across the room from above..