Cold as a tinkling stream,

Hot as a lava river,

Warm as a Mother’s hug,

Yet cool like a Summer breeze.

What am I?

Tall as a pine tree,

Little as an ant,

Powerful than all before it,

Yet weaker than Mother Nature.

What am I?

Dark as night sky,

Bright like the fire within,

Grey like the world it is,

Yet bright as a morning sun.

What am I?

Smart as smart they can be,

Dumb as a little bunny,

Sly like a sneaky fox,

But clumsy as a waking bear.

What am I?

Perhaps it’s no creature,

Perhaps it’s of no things that we can think of,

But maybe the answer might just be under our noses.

What am I?