I thrive in chaos, And bring ruin to everything I touch. The wind is my instrument, As I play the songs of destruction. Hide low and pray I don't sweep you away, While I grow with each spin, And take everything I touch with me.

I’m less than mountains, more than the plains, a gentle rise through grass or rain.

Mexican jumping, or green in a can, I’m a cute little thing, and can extend your lifespan!

I spread through populations fast and wide and find the crowded places where I hide, I travel on the breath the hand the kiss and take what health the unsuspecting miss. I do not choose my host by wealth or name, the young the old the strong receive the same. I force the cities quiet and the borders shut and leave the hospitals beyond their cut. I am the moment nature shows its reach, arriving faster than the cures can teach. What am I

A little bat called for his dad, saying that there's a monster under his bed. To which the dad said; For the last time son, - is not under your bed!