Breakthrough! Climbing, I gasp to the sky. Once more, unto the breach, shall I fly. Then hurtling headlong, And crashing I dive, By miraculous fluke, I somehow survive.

I live where waves and whispers meet, With hinged-up doors instead of feet. I shut my mouth when danger’s near, Yet sometimes hold a treasure dear.

Endless and open, Blue stretches to greet the sky, Whispers of no end.

Big and wide, view from cities’ outside. Float and dive, dry, but count out a tide. Colors divine, ‘neath the cotton disguise. Particularly at the rise and fall of life’s eye.

I sit for hours pretending it’s fun, Talking to worms while baking in sun. Patience is key, snacks are wishing. What am I?