Friendly traveler of the water, Whistle a merry tune. Swift dancer of the water, Lend this lost sailor a boon. Cunning hunter of the water, Altrustic, emotional, and full of thoughts and plots, You surely are a true companion, and you will never be forgot.

I glow without flame, I burn without rising, And though I am dying, I can start life again.

I grow from trunks and reach for the sky, I split from paths where choices lie. In banks or armies, I help expand, what am I, stretched across the land?

In watery realms, I find my place, guiding journeys with rhythmic grace. Held in hand, I dance on waves, a silent partner sailors crave.

From fancy ships, to rough days in a truck, keeping one of these avoids a clusterproblem! In the wilderness, a cabin keeps many of these, but also flashes with fire in a thing with tubes.