I am small but mighty, harboring life within, waiting for the right moment to sprout and begin. Birds and animals eat me alive, but I am no one's pray. Instead, I give them shelter, one day.

Alone I am weak, But with many of me I am strong. You rip me out when out of place, but when you are at death’s door, you life hangs onto me.

A sandwich, a Mark, a cigar, and a chain. All characterized from the island I came

I’m sometimes found beneath a skirt, Or perhaps a fall causing you to get hurt Paper, but just a little piece, A pillow cover without a crease

I orbit a planet, often with friends. I race down a track, through thin copper bends. I’m certainly small, but mighty in number. Jump from doorknobs to hands, or to earth before thunder