im a plant on the ground, i dont move unless the wind pushes me, i let insects rest on me, and i never make a sound.

I cover you fully, yet shed when renewed, A canvas for ink, or a map poorly viewed. Burn me in sun, or I'll peel in disgrace, Without me you'd slip. I'm your flexible face.

My essence is of life, yet can choke the living. My existence is omnipotent yet can be more valuable than sterling. I can catch ablaze yet can smother my flames. I can be dirty black or crystal clear, and my purity would remain the same.

Amidst the vast ocean blue, a tiny friend in view. Not a mountain, not a plain, just a dot in the nautical domain.

Oh my stars! A whirling dancer of the plains, Kicking up dust and leaving no remains. A funnel of fury, swift as a fox, Spinning its way through fields and rocks.