I am a bridge that crosses no water, and abed that touches no floor. I have a back but no spine, and though I am always hanging, I have committed no crime.

Remove my first and I'm a pleasant rest; Remove my second and I bleed green; My whole backwards is what critics do best; My whole forwards is how best to to preserve a bean.

Birds are my vessels, not my source, I travel time but have no course. I’m born, I vanish, leave no scar, A proof of near, not proof of far.

Hello friends, if you’ll indulge, a fun bit of word play. Please don’t hold a grudge. What color is the wind?

I have a silver tongue but never speak, I graze the mountain and the valley’s cheek. I drink from a river of white, snowy foam, To leave a smooth path wherever I roam.