On a domesticated beast who travoises mountains for lush fields. Im simple in design but with a mighty job. To locate the beast who bears me. A harmonious song with no voice, I sway in stride side to side.

Tides obey, luxury's sway, Gentle rocking, wealthy play, Ocean's path, a lavish way.

Less likely to jump with no legs in your hand you can stick it too them though with a hook if caught see if they stand.

In the chill, I'm a woven hug, Unfurled wide, then cinched up snug. I mimic a bear in slumber deep, What am I, where dreams I keep?

I rise without bricks, By hands near the sea. A kingdom of grains That won’t long be. Waves are my rivals, Time is my foe. Built with great care, Yet destined to go.