I am present in the ground, also in space, I hate the sea: it ruins my face, I'm in machines, buildings and magnets alike, As well as in the chain of your everyday bike.

I’m tiny and fuzzy and spry, with a curious glint in my eye. I pounce and I play, Sleep most of the day, and chase things that flutter or fly.

I am known for flying, but I do not have wings. You might blow me.

I make the birds fly you can't see me, I am too shy. please get me in or you will die.

I turn every leap into a curve, yet never take a step. I hold the oceans without a cup and pin the mountains to their beds. I hold the moon without hands And make your body speak in numbers.