What every animal longs for. The cat in the cradle. The dog on the leash. The fish in the dentist's office.

I begin where the earth lets go, A silver thread with nowhere slow. I slip through stones and whisper past, Never the same, yet always vast. I have no feet, but I wander on, Chasing the valley from dusk to dawn. I may tickle roots, reflect the sky, Or sing beneath a dragonfly. I’m not a river, though I share its way, I’m smaller, gentler, day by day. Through woods and meadows, I quietly look A winding ribbon called a...

This sea creature can be many different colours and sizes, although generally always the same shape, and even regenerate missing appendages

A puzzle piece of a bloom, A tiny burst of sweet perfume. Floats on water, soft and light, After a fall and short flight

Which type of tree is also what's left behind after burning something?