At the edge of sight Can't see it at night A long line Between earth and sky define

I run but never walk, I bend but never break. I carry fish and fallen leaves, From mountain cold to ocean wake.

Birds may sing me at the dawn, people hum me all day long. I live in voice, in tune, in rhyme, yet linger still in heart and mind.

I run in a circle, but I’m not getting dizzy. I wear a saddle, and I’m fast, not frizzy. People cheer loudly when I pass by.

In the garden, a green delight, a flavor from the old country, just right. A gentle leaf, with scents so sweet, for sauces and pastas, it's quite the treat.