I pull without hands, hold oceans in place, bind stars in silent dance, and keep you tethered to the ground.

Sometimes hot, sometimes cold Sometimes rainy and sometimes windy Always changing in the slightest And known for predicting it verrrry difficult

I answer when spoken to, yet I have no voice of my own. I follow you everywhere, but disappear when you get close.

I never spoil, though ages pass me by. Made without hands, yet crafted with care. I come from flowers, but I’m not a bloom, and once I’m taken, the makers must work twice as hard.

Hairy and round A milky delight Cut me in half To emulate horses in flight