I border the blue or glide without strain, the same simple word for land or for lane.

I am a body that has no heart, yet I am always growing. I have two points but no direction, and a curve that never ends. I am the sliver of a fingernail you cannot clip, and the only smile that can be seen from a thousand miles away. What am I?

A speck in the sea where the tall waves met, Too tiny for maps to fully be set. No bridges, no crowds - just sun soaked and wet, A lone little haven you’ll never forget.

We’re all in the path of a leaky cow. And romeda is one that we can see now. A swirling concoction of giants in dark. Far Far away, It’s where great movies start.

I’m drawn on dirt or paved with stone, I guide your feet though I’ve none of my own. Through woods, through parks, through aftermath, Follow my lead - what am I?