I carve the earth with a forceful glide, a sturdy companion by your side. With a handle to grip and a blade to slice, I help you bury treasure or ice.

You need it to sail If not you'll fail Not the mast, or the rig, or scull Without it, your chances are null

Much like our clouds, it is open to the interpretation of imaginations; As a community, they come together to create, A star's cradle, they tenderly wrap the new babe in soft swaddling; Dense, but illuminated and flashing panoramics of color, their visiage a celestial gift from them to you; Ptolemy noted a relative, while al-Sufi first named them true

Long or short Colorful or plain These keep your legs warm They come in a variety of fabrics too Khaki, suede, leather for a cool look

I hold the sea, or a kid's sandy dream, A bucket's one name, in a playful scheme, Handles help me carry, what's inside with glee, What's the word I'm thinking of, can you see?