I’m earned, not bought, I shine without light. Pinned to your chest, I say who you are at a glance.

The wind plays me with invisible hands, I sing in sunlight and quiet lands. No lungs, no lips, yet sound is mine, a gentle voice that tells of time.

ignore the flesh, take the seed rake them, bake them, grind them, sieve bitter taste, alluring scent i paved the way to enlightenment

Im in your house but please don't touch because adults get angry if I move to much.

I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed I might see some use when you're dead My cousins live on cards To pitchfork I'm related You might wish you had me When by snow you're belated