The place we're animals gather and graze for the the duration of there life.

I hug the planet tight, though I have no arms to hold. I shield you from the void of space and guard you from the cold. I carry every sound you hear, I paint the sky in blue, And with every single breath you take, I give life to you.

I rise and fall in the sea, travel toward the shore, and sometimes crash. What am I?

I hold your shirts, I hold your sheets, out in the sun and summer breeze. With little wooden pins I grip, to stop your laundry from a slip. What am I?

I rise without walking, yet set without rest, I burn without breathing and glow at your behest. I paint time in shadows on stone and on sand, But never once touch what I warm with my hand. I hide from your eyes when I stand overhead, Yet rule every color when evening is red. I’m one among billions, yet first in your sight, What am I, that you circle to borrow my light?