Excuse my humbleness, but I'm pretty hot. Species can't live without me. People adore me while on beaches around the planet! Extra points if you guess my name in other languages.

Like fragile tiny shells Drifting in the foam So too do leaves fall from me

Like fragile tiny shells Drifting in the foam So too do leaves fall from me

I begin as a whisper that crawls on ground, Then sleep in a cradle where silence is found. I wake painted bright, with sky in my sight, A living soft question that dances in light. I sip from flowers, I drift but don’t stay, A fleeting small poem that flutters away. I’m born from becoming, from stillness to fly, Tell me my name as I pass you by.

Dogs famously do it, Humans wear it, For style or through misuse, I become holy.