Latin that refers to earth forms the base of this words birth. Home to plants this dome contains an ecosystem that needs no rains.

I twist as I rise and turn as I fall, A shape that keeps moving though staying small. Found in a shell or a staircase of stone, I curve through the air like I am being shown. I am not a circle, yet I share its grace, A path that keeps bending in the same little space. What am I, so winding and tight in my style, A shape that keeps turning with natural guile?

I get smaller every time I take a bath. What am I?

You should keep me on, or you may get no service. You can be a stuffed one, though that is not nice. If you are in need, I may give you the one off my back.

I used to be the king of culinary convenience, a revolutionary design. But now those silly air fryers have come for what is mine!