Figurative Language & Literary Devices

Soaring fire that sways and sings

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul.

Out of the night that covers me Black as the Pit from pole to pole

'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room.

one winter it was so cold that all the geese flew backward and even the snow turned blue

And children's faces looking up Holding wonder like a cup.

And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

I heard the ripple washing in the reeds / And the wild water lapping on the crag