In water's embrace, I glide like a fish, a human in liquid flight, where breath becomes rhythm and strokes paint the surface.

Out in nature it usually is Can be glam or as basic as can be Always an adventure this is

I’m wide and I’m flat, full of grass that will tickle, Cows come to visit and snack, snack, snack, nibble.

I grow where waters gather and still, With sunlight’s help, I spread at will. Not quite a plant, yet green I be, I thrive in ponds and quiet seas.

In the realm of frost, where whispers call, A white orb gathers, heed its thrall. A sorcerer's tool to tempests bind, A playful spell in winter's mind.