Masters of the sweet dance, clad in yellow-black robes, they craft golden nectar while humming a symphony of the sunlit meadows.

A silent traveler leaves its mark, invisible in the dark. In sand, snow, and time, it traces a path, fading with tide's gentle wrath.

Light and airy, am I. On the sea I roam Cappuccino is also my home.

Pounding, pulsing, thumping, fluttering..I can do all this and more! Too much or not enough of me, you'll be dead in the floor!

During winter, we die and our corpses litter the earth. Please don't cry though, in a few months we have a rebirth!