I take what’s old and worn and used, What’s cracked or crushed or once abused. I sort the tired from the true, Then turn them into something new. I shrink the waste the world is piling. What am I, always re reviving and smiling?

A long strip of ribbon, From the sun, a delightful surprise given The aftermath of the rain long driven In the sky, a promise written Or at its end, precious metals rumored to lie hidden Those greedy fools that ignore how beautifully the sky is striven A bridge made to be traversed by the gods and the living

It cannot be seen, it cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt, Lies behind stars and under hills, and empty holes it fills. Comes first follows after, Ends life kills laughter.

I hide beneath, yet feed the tall, Without me, life would surely fall. I drink in silence, never seen, I am the start of every green. What am I?

I speak without a mouth And hear without ears I have no body Yet I come alive with wind