I dance with the wind where the wide waves roll, A white-winged watcher with a hungry soul. I laugh at the ships and dive for a pull, Guess who I am. the noisy?

In dirt the seed remains hid. Though I shoot from the ground, I make not a sound. It Can also describe a small kid.

Oh this is fun, due to it’s nature. A noun and verb, gliding on the use of nomenclature. It looks the same both front and back, From letter sequence, to on the rack. A calming paddle forth and back, To places boats can’t take you.

From a distant star, not near or far, an oddity beyond our ken. With eyes aglow and ways unknown, it visits us now and again.

No salt upon my quiet skin, no tides that pull the shores within. I hold the sky in still embrace, while hills and forests frame my face.