i’m not a creature you often see i live in moss and dampened leaves when life gets harsh i turn to glass just add water, i come right back were we to meet id surely beguile a lovely little extremophile

I have a colorful coat, but I’m not a skunk I mimic what you say, but I’m not a punk. I love to eavesdrop, but I’m not a spy What am I? Give it a try.

hollowed halls, looming spires holding ancient waters or flickering fires some see a trap, some a kind of thrill yet all know the feeling of awe i instill there’s beauty and danger within my walls of stone and never forget, i was your first home

A moment so fine, frozen in time Captured through glass, you'll never forget. A contraption designed to aid the human mind In remembrance of things once met. The trees, the bees, the flowers and seas Preserved for all, for ages yet.

In nature's dance, I twist and twirl, a fervent spiral in a fluid world. I draw all near with my whirling art, a dizzying embrace, a spinning heart.