A silent choir with golden tongues, each sings without a breath. Their faces chase a fleeing flame, yet shun the dark. A spiral puzzle guards our core, as I am one yet many more a sun-bound soul, well dressed.

I dance with no feet, I lick with bright tongues, I feed on the fallen, yet vanish when done. I am born in a ring, yet I’m wild at heart, tamed for your stories when daylight departs.

I’m nature’s fuzzy little rug, I give the rocks a gentle hug. I never bark, I never bite, but I adore the lack of light. While I don’t grow tall, bugs and critters love me all!

I wield the sea with mighty grace, three sharp fingers, one strong face. In a god’s grip, I rule the tide, with every wave, the oceans glide. I’m not a utensil for food or feast, but in my hands, the storm’s unleashed.

I strut on the beach like I own the place, with stolen fries and no hint of grace. I’ll scream in your ear, then poop on your hat, but somehow you still feed me, what’s up with that?