I can break and bend. I can fall, rise, and wend. I can be fast or slow, I can be wide or narrow. I may be many things as I run, from where I begun. I hope to carve the earth, and never wither. Of course, I am a?

In the sky, I twirl and soar, a dragonfly of steel and roar. In rescue or transport, I'm the whirring beast, where blades above, never cease. A chariot of air with a rotor crown, touching new heights without a runway down.

I chase but never question why, I’m loyal when the world walks by. I speak without a single word, Yet I’m always seen and heard.

I never bloom, yet green I stay, with frilly leaves that softly sway. In shady spots I love to grow, a woodland friend you’ve come to know. No flowers here, but don’t you spurn, I’m leafy, lush, I am a?

I point the way to where you are, through storm and shadow, near and far. With needle’s dance, both calm and mild, I call to every sailor, ocean’s wild.