I can be carried on the wind As light as a thistle Or be blown to life For I am a

C'mon, give up. Fold like a lawn chair. Crumble. Crawl into a dark place of despair. C'mon...

I ripple through space without leaving a trace, arriving unseen from place to place. You hear my passing though I’m never seen what am I moving in between?

A leafy barrier that whispers in the wind, guiding paths with verdant walls, standing guard with emerald arms.

She sells seashells by the seashore, But tornados are moving in, one, maybe more, She should come inside, we can play a fun game! I have one with colored dots and a spinner, oh, what's its name?