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Power enough to smash ships and crush roofs. Yet it still must fear the sun.
The more you have of me, the less you see. Who am I?
Tall, I am young. Old, I am short. With life I glow. Anemoi is my foe.
What does an old tan broken down house wear outside?
A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I'm the torment of man.
I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, you’ll likely die. What am I?