A little glass world gives a glimpse of a realm where we can’t breathe.

I swear I am a friend, so why do you scream? I eat the buzzers, the crawlers, and the biting things. I’m quiet and industrious, I build my own home! With me in your corner, watching, you’re never alone.

I eat, I live; I drink, I die. I roar with life, yet have no cry. Feed me well and I will grow, starve me once and out I go.

I have a handle but I'm not a door, I can lift but I'm not a crane, I have a blade but I'm not a knife, What am I, useful in both garden and farm life?

Born before flowers learned to rise, beneath forgotten, ancient skies, my blossoms rise in springtime air though not a single bee's been there.