I'm magical with war. I'm twisted with dread. I'm a passage with air. I'm impassible when dead. I'm immovable with a grid. I'm held with head. I'm secure when pad. I'm deadly as a hem. I'm united when wed. I'm alone with love.

My value could vary wildly. I guess what they say is true: beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.

I can follow air to save your life, But if that air moves, I'll talk your ear off, And I'm noisier still when placed in front of a pipe.

Insects scurry, sunlight falls I have a ceiling for a floor and a roof for the walls.

when the wind blows, i carry the babies, protect them from predators. Will i fall?