Round traveler, always spinning, holding lands, seas, and living beings. In classrooms, I stand still, yet my tales are ever winning.

I was once a cozy home, Where a tiny creature used to roam. Now I’m empty, tossed by the swell, Found on beaches - what can I tell?

Clinging tight to home, Child of patience and slow growth, Lives, dies, in the dark

Sorry guys for this word journey. -weird, but I only had WON of these in my room and it has to charge my phone, AND my vape

With silver spoon, a boy of blue, man on the moon. What’s cat into? It sways a soothe. New life, a boon. The way to hold, A baby, new.