Here today. Gone tomorrow. I am the same on the surface. But my undercurrent has changed. I am the RIPPLE AFFECT.

I’ve sent a titan to its eternal bed, Yet I’m crisp, validated when you’re eating my head. When seen, it’s only a peak, just a thread. In a sea of green or blue, be aware of your tread.

I’m made of threads but I’m not clothes, I catch what’s thrown, I trap what flows. From fish to goals, I play my role What am I, that makes things whole?

You can't hear me, but sometimes I am loud and awkward.

Bringer of dreams and nightmares, healer of wounds and despairs. Benificial when you feel stressed, provider of a parent's rest.