I’m hidden in a playful grin, In little jokes that softly spin. I blush the cheeks, then slip away, But might come back another day. I make two hearts feel kind of shy, With giggly looks that pass right by.

I’m powerful at home but useless in the wild, unless the bears start watching cable television.

You can use me to you scuba, sink, and swim You have me sometimes at a bar and get a whim I can make you see clear Or sometimes cloudy with beer What am I?

A gentle sound of air's embrace; quick like a whisper, it cuts through space. In sneakers' dance, it finds its name, a signature move in athletic fame.

After a word, a direction you go toward, Waiting for an attack, if you have a button-tipped sword, Part of a hospital, sometimes one on each floor, A term for a child, or anyone you're a guardian for