Amongst the fields of wheat and hay you often see, odds are there's big ol' me! Make sure to keep me under lock and key, otherwise you'll drown in more than just fees!

I am Something that is nothing to what I once was. you may find me in the desert wrapped in tan cloth. I start to roam if you happen to be out at night, yet when the sun rises steady I walk still.

A sunlit stage where sand grains play, The ocean's roar, a song each day. Flip-flops meet, Waves retreat, Where castles rise and kids at bay.

I wear white like winter, yet glide without cold. My neck draws a question the water can’t answer. I sing once, they say, before silence takes me. I rule the lake without teeth or roar. What am I?

Golden rows stand tall in the field, whispering secrets of the harvest. I dance within the kettle, and pop to bring joy on nights of flickering screens.