I can ride rough over terrain Or, I can sound rough, just trying to say your name.

A speck in the ocean A tiny spot in the sea If I get shipwrecked here You’d probably never find me.

In salad church we bow our heads. ‘Word’ pray: before prayers said.

I wear two faces in a single life First a coin of fire, then a globe of flight I carry wishes on the wind I die to multiply, vanish to remain What am I?

I am very comfortable to lay in but difficult to sit on. Stretch me between two trees on a nice day and have yourself a little nap.