I drift with grace, no bones, no shell, A ghostly dancer in ocean’s swell. I sting my prey, yet mean no ill, With flowing arms, I float at will.

Beneath the soil I hide away, where the earth and I do play. A secret keeper, strong and wise, feeding life with my disguise.

A cluster of a trio is what I like to be, If you look closely sometimes I can be more You’ll scream with joy and be filled with luck What am I?

I dance through the air on fragile wings, Searching for the song a heartbeat sings. A tiny needle is my tool of trade, Leaving an itch where my debt is paid.

This riddle is kinda short. I ONCE HAD A PET LION, Tom said...