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

I sit in a basket at the foot of your bed, staring at you the entire night. I multiply when you aren't looking, making my presence your plight. A bath from time to time is how you set me right.

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?

A raging heat upon a stilt, A face of clones so neatly built, My height grows rapid, then I wilt. A stalking yell, through dirt and silt.

I stand up high where the dark waves roar, I blink my eye from shore to shore. Ships feel safe when my light is near, What am I that shines through fear?