A creative mind, a troubled soul. A pity I had to go. Now listen once, but not twice: I long to see the stars tonight, but these sunflowers are rather nice.

I get easily attached, but you don't really want me. I need you, but keeping me is heavily taxing. If get rid of me, I'll find someone new or die trying.

I make a cozy home for bugs, but I do not make very good rugs. People often walk all over me.

We swim, we stop, we protect, and we denote the orders of kings.

I can pop, but I cannot snap or crackle. You might see me in a field.