I have existed millions before humans. I am hard. I am a home that humans collect.

What has roots as nobody sees, is taller than trees, up, up with it goes, and yet never grows?

I dance with the wind where the wide waves roll, A white-winged watcher with a hungry soul. I laugh at the ships and dive for a pull, Guess who I am. the noisy?

In dirt the seed remains hid. Though I shoot from the ground, I make not a sound. It Can also describe a small kid.

Oh this is fun, due to it’s nature. A noun and verb, gliding on the use of nomenclature. It looks the same both front and back, From letter sequence, to on the rack. A calming paddle forth and back, To places boats can’t take you.