My name is Gaelic and means "little king". It is like the red sunrise that foretells of strong storms. It is a looking glass that can tell the future, or the past. It is kind and wise as is a good king, but is the bearer of bad news. It sounds like the noise of water, falling from the sky and rushing downhill in a waterfall. It looks like a wave or a hill, gently curving. It is a cloud, impossible to hold or find the whole meaning of. It is a gardener snake or a spider, thought of as evil, but actually good. It smells like nature, the smell after a good rain. It is the color orange, bright, noticeable, quick and sometimes intrusive. My name is a diamond, small but meaningful and valuable. It is not sandpaper, so long that it scrapes your mouth to say it. It is a star, bright white and shining through the surrounding cold blackness. If you add or change a single letter, the meaning changes. It is a snowflake, so similar to other names, yet none exactly like it.