The wind plays me with invisible hands, I sing in sunlight and quiet lands. No lungs, no lips, yet sound is mine, a gentle voice that tells of time.

ignore the flesh, take the seed rake them, bake them, grind them, sieve bitter taste, alluring scent i paved the way to enlightenment

I can be big or I can be small, I can be yellow or I can be brown, I have a bill but no money, I have floof but no fur.

Two letters away from juggle. I think this is best way to describe the way a worm moves around.

I'm one of four friends, I visit once a year. After bleak times, I make life bright and clear.