You make a wish and blow me free, then curse the spots I choose to be. I spread like gossip on the breeze, what am I that grows with ease?

I look like land but swallow your feet, a watery world where grasses meet. Birds and frogs call me their home, what am I where waters roam?

A grouping of trees, but not by design, a natural place, that can feel quite divine.

I have no voice, but I can tell you the hours. I have no legs, but I travel with the sun. I shrink in the winter and grow in the summer. What am I?

I’m named like a monster but fly like a fairy, skimming the water light and airy.