I grow on trees beneath the sun, and end up in your martini when the day is done.

We are legion, we follow our queen. We burrow deep and we may not be seen. We act like one, we share one mind. We could find out way even if we were blind. We carry large weights even though we are small. You will never be able to extinguish us all.

I rock side to side with each little stride, with tiny steps carrying me far and wide.

I witnessed dinosaurs come and go, I was liquid before I was solid, Mountains are just piles of me, Yet I fit in your palm so small. What am I?

I go forth with a wiggle, a wobble, and sway, not the fastest of walkers, but I’ll get there someday.