I stand in fields where green waves sway, Three silver teeth that never decay. I do not eat, yet I love hay, And toss it high in bright array. I am no trident of the sea, No table fork for you or me. I serve the hands that till the land, A simple staff with iron hand. What am I

I build your frame, but I am not wood or stone. Dogs love to chew me, and I'm buried alone. I can break, I can heal, and I'm hidden within.

I am born each morning, And die every night, You cannot catch me in your hand, I travel at the speed of light, I have no weight, but can warm your face, I have no voice, but brighten every place. What am I?

I come on silent, soft and slow, and steal the day’s departing glow. I drape the earth in velvet shade, while stars step out and light the way.

From my crown a spiral horn shines bright, A gift of magic from the stars at night. I dance where rainbows kiss the sky, Leaving sparkles as I trot by. With twinkling hooves and a magical glow, Through enchanted forests I softly go. With a flick of my tail, I paint dreams in the air, A mythical creature beyond compare.