I lie on the ground, cracked and dry, Stirred up when rain falls from the sky. Bathe in me, but don’t get me in your eye. In Mississippi I might make a pie.

Little specs floating in the air, settling on all your stuff. It'll never be truly gone, no matter how much you wipe and buff.

I can be electric, Even under the sea. If you're kind of shady, You'll be called as slippery as me.

What flower has two mouths? A flower that blooms twice all around.

I grow without roots you can pull from the ground, I’m cut every week, yet I don’t make a sound. I’m greener when watched, but fade if you pass, I carpet the earth - say my name, not my mass.