I can be found at the bottom of a fleet, Or discarded from the corn you eat. I am the frame that keeps out the sea, Or the husk left behind for all to see. What am I?

In the green garment of the earth, I rise with a gentle grace, a natural knoll nudging the sky, where wanderers rest and winds whisper tales.

In an alternative view, the earth pushes you away yet pulls you right back.

Not everyone can hear me, but the ones who do will hear this music for the entirety of their lives

Desired by all, yet often lost in the fight. I'm a quiet stillness, a hopeful light. You can't hold me, but you can feel my absence deep. A universal wish that nations try to keep.