Stick with this line, but don't take the bait. Both a verb and a noun, your dinner awaits

I dance on the wind, light as a dream, a gift from the sky or a bird’s soft gleam. I float and I drift, then rest on the ground, a silent traveler, without making a sound.

In this place no one can hear you scream and also devoid of anything we enjoy here on Earth

A long dancing tail, No feet on the ground, I soar through the air, When things blow down. But alone I just sit, Which isn’t much fun, For liftoff what’s needed, Is others to run.

I once hugged the heart of a fragrant bloom, softly I drift on the gentle plume. I fall to the ground when my time is done, bright and kissed by the golden sun.