I creep and grow and sprawl Looking for nourishment While water is why I crawl The dirt hides and keeps me safe. Sometimes I like to be soaking wet Other times I like to be dry for weeks on end. I love going deeper in the soil. If I stay shallow I might get ripped out by the wind.

One leaves tiny footprints. Another can’t wait to tell your secret. Neither tends to be a welcome visitor.

Through muddy halls I softly creep, while flowers bloom and roots run deep. Though birds may search with hungry eye, I slip below and pass them by.

I wear a coat of golden stripes, I dance beneath the morning lights. I carry jewels from flower to flower, Gathering sweetness hour by hour. Though small I am, my work is grand, I help bring color to the land. What am I?

I drink from the earth but never thirst, I wear green jewels until autumn’s burst. My arms reach high but never embrace, I shelter creatures in my wooden place. The wind tells secrets through my hair, While I stand patiently, rooted there. What am I?