A saving spot under the sun, in a sea of dry, where water is none. A single place, none else in sight, where people meet in shared delight.

I bring the colours, I am in your step. I arch, bend and stretch, Yet I hold my shape.

I thrive where damp and shadows yearn, In ancient woods where few still turn. No blooms to show, no seeds I earn, My name’s the rhyme you seek...

I come in the morning, I come in the night. I am not quite dark, I am not quite light. I bring the sun, or take it away, I am the transition of the day. What am I?

I have a wooden floor but no house, And make a snap that scares the mouse. I offer a meal that’s free of charge, But the price you pay is rather large