Poetic writings blossom like the spring cherry- a long-practiced art.

I remind you of circles, but I do not remind you of a loop. People associate me with spring.

I can ignite, but I cannot die. You might see me in a movie.

You would have seen it had you lived millions of years ago A bird, a plane, a giantasaurus problem We humans are lucky it happened

What has a bed but does not sleep It runs but never walks It has a mouth but does not talk