You do this every morning, or maybe afternoon. And when you sleep the sleep of sleeps, one might be held for you. You'll find me in the ocean, you'll find me in a lake-- An echo of a vessel's course, a moving ridge, a ...

My house has no light, but I am not one to hide. I can be everywhere, and my friends are also with me here. You may look down on me, but I am so much stronger than you think I can be.

The chain of life has many links, but we're the base, many think. We're singular, but countless too, surrounded by the greatest blue. We sunbathe, float, divide and and divide, but tremble to hear the giant's cries, who pull us in, where we die.

Born of earth, I can burn with flame, and to a loved one, can replace their name. When summer ends, I most appear, as warming comfort or cut up fear.

I run from heat that without I can’t be, the flightiest in my family of three. My siblings are cold and colder still; from heads full of anger I may spill. When gentle I comfort, my touch airy soft, but sprinting I’ll burn you, and then I’ll be off.