I prefer a place in the shadow and humidity. But I'm no mushroom, I am of the vascular variety. My friends and I like to be together. and my arms fan out like many a feather.

Round I sit, humble in the ground, break through my skin and treasures are found. I bring tears to some, joy to the cook, layer by layer, reveal my hidden look.

Add a p to the front of me, and I’m a person who specializes in making things with clay. Add the word box, instead, and I’m known for durable phone and media cases. I’m a playful and cute water creature who lives in both fresh and salt water habitats. I’m not as sneaky as my cousin, the weasel.

I begin as a whisper that crawls on ground, Then sleep in a cradle where silence is found. I wake painted bright, with sky in my sight, A living soft question that dances in light. I sip from flowers, I drift but don’t stay, A fleeting small poem that flutters away. I’m born from becoming, from stillness to fly, Tell me my name as I pass you by.

Dogs famously do it, Humans wear it, For style or through misuse, I become holy.