I follow your steps but leave no sound. I’m here one moment, then fade from the ground. What am I?

I am the blueprint before the chalk, Able to be captured but never caged; The spark that sets the world on fire, Or leaves it in a daze.

Sometimes I churn upon the ice and salt. Though calmer conditions are the default. Elsewhere, I am used with wooden paddles. Just go slow, or a head will be stern battle.

Comfortably Holds Anyone Including Rocking Seats

In the rainforest but don’t watch for snakes. There are no rivers or lakes. Go soon, it’s not open late. The only animal is on your plate. Get a coffee or maybe a tea. Nothing you get here is for free. Where am I?