They can get inside you, but you don't want them there. You might live inside one and completely unaware. A sign of life if in the ocean and many rise with air in motion.

In forest's realm where whispers sway, a wooden limb in sun's warm play. Connects the sky to roots below, where creatures dwell and breezes flow.

I’m a man with no brain But, I’m outstanding in my field. Who am I?

I can be a living thing or completely false I’m born outside, but known to sit within walls At my feet is where your wishes lie stocked Once I’ve expired, I lay on the sidewalk

Red and yellow, blue and green, I’m the magic in between. Swirl me, blend me, watch me shine, I make your pictures come alive. What am I?