Oh my goodness, in the garden's gentle embrace, a soft, silent sponge spreads snugly, sipping sunshine, sharing secrets softly with stones. It's nature's green carpet, oh how it clings to time!

Where shadows dost play, Between the towering walls, Thou path of whispers.

Remove my last and I’m a nervous movement. Remove my first and I am a tailless primate. Fully formed, I’m a long, narrow strip that, depending on material, can be used to bind, measure, or record.

I am a library with no shelves, a flock that never lands. I drink oceans, then wander weightless. I paint mountains with shadows, hide the sun, and speak in thunderless whispers. Touch me and I vanish; name me and I rain answers. I travel as a ceiling, yet have no floor. Born of breath. Always above.

In earth's embrace, I dig deep and true, A symbol of luck, in card games too, I carve the path where seeds go deep, When speaking plainly, call a me a me.