Defined by being full of air The thing your couch and soda share Your bed, your soap, the ocean shore, In all these places and much more!

I'm often found in stone, but never in a ring. I wait with patience for a fly, then unroll my spring. I'm a prince in a story, under a spell so deep. But in your garden, after rain, from my damp corner I leap. What am I?

I am soft to the touch yet I move like liquid. I have a tongue that is very rough. Pet me and I may make sound. touch my tail and I might scratch you up. what am I?

The sparkle of dew when a winter morning awakens, and the famous writer of the road not taken

I sing by day, and whistle by night. I may give a gentle kiss, or a stinging bite. I move without being seen, though my works may be visible. My temper can be volatile, making anything divisible. Whether leaves or a house, no weight is too great. But without me, a large ship in water may just stagnate. What am I?