I spin through a bowl, yet never grow dizzy. I chase lumps away, pulling air into play. Held by a handle, my loops move fast, Blending what was separate until smooth at last.

I leave a bold trail wherever I go, On paper or boards, I help ideas show. I may guide a path, label a place, or leave behind a lasting trace.

I stand over rivers, cars zoom on my back, I’m curved like a rainbow along the track. People cross safely from side to side, What am I, with my arched spine wide?

In the corner sits a porcelain sea, A cozy boat for you and me. With bubbles rising like morning dew, A soak of dreams, oh what a view!

Filled with water, sand, or grain, I serve through sunshine, work, and rain. Though not a barrel, tub, or bowl, carrying things remains my role.