the earth held firm in my many feet, fire is fed in my legs that grow. my children are food that all will eat, vast lands shaded below my hair.

A rare moonlight A feeling far from bright A berry hidden by night , A cloudless summer daylight

I am a beast of decay, Found in every continent, where life wastes away Mistake me for food, and your mind will be my prey For you cannot kill me in a way that matters

I float in the ocean with a gentle sway, transparent and graceful, in the light I play. No spine to hold me, but stings at my side, in waters I glide, where I reside. What am I?

I make picnics crawl with ants, but I do not make stomach-based plants. People often eat me.