It soars without wings,
It runs without feet,
It changes with time,
Yet keeps a steady beat.
Some come made of stone,
Others of gold.
Some are quite soft,
Others are cold.
It breaks, it aches,
Heavy or light.
Everyone's leads them
And tells them what's right.
- Audrey Mackaman
Thank you to NeeNeeCBAD for scouting this location for us and being a great caching friend!
You can validate your puzzle solution with certitude.
Ba gur rnfvre gehax.