I rock without rhythm, yet lullabies start, I hold the smallest cargo close to the heart. I travel no distance, but journeys begin, Where blinking new eyes first take the world in. I’m empty by day, at night softly filled, With dreams that are borrowed and futures yet built.

Sometimes I feel invisible but I know I’m sharp. It’s funny-we share a feature but you keep me away from yours. Some pass through me, some can’t find me and some can’t move me. What am I?

What is the global language that bridges speak?

I dance with blades both sharp and bright, opening wide, then closing tight. Two partners moving side by side, to part what once was unified.

I share my name and draw my strength from the Sun. I stand tall and turn my face towards my namesake. What am I?