In watery realms, I find my place, guiding journeys with rhythmic grace. Held in hand, I dance on waves, a silent partner sailors crave.

From fancy ships, to rough days in a truck, keeping one of these avoids a clusterproblem! In the wilderness, a cabin keeps many of these, but also flashes with fire in a thing with tubes.

Striking monochrome; Agate dressed in deepest black Veins whisper lace white

I can be plowed or explored, harvested or and area of study.

In one moment I’m a dragon, a castle, a ship, a giant that shifts with the breeze’s soft slip. You lie on the grass and name what you see, but none of those shapes are truly me.