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.

Don't bother me, I'll bother you! With claws and fur I'll quarrel. The first half of me sounds like the mood I'm in, though I'm not really amoral. My second half: Remove the e, I'm simply just a growl. I can be quite the honey, then undaunted I will prowl.

I live just above and just below the surface of the ocean or sea. Add ER to my end and I become nineteen-fifty’s slang for the God-given herb.