I live in the sky,
but not in Heaven.
I belong to the Trinity,
but not to the Lord.
I exist within myself,
but I am no part of I am.
I stand at the end of anarchy,
but not the beginning of order.
I am the penultimate of my race.
What am I?
I live in the sky,
but not in Heaven.
I belong to the Trinity,
but not to the Lord.
I exist within myself,
but I am no part of I am.
I stand at the end of anarchy,
but not the beginning of order.
I am the penultimate of my race.
What am I?
I thrive in gardens and in war.
I’m what drunk drivers oft ignore.
I am a thing no man can hear,
yet light a fire and I’ll appear.
When cherries rot, I also die.
I can’t be felt – but what am I?