It’ll turn your block pride, from Shag to Berber. You’ll see me most places, for I spread with heart and fervor. There’s diamonds in it’s sea of threes, sought by it’s observers. A club silhouette with spaded leaves, Just flip the spade on over.

Colorful sentinels of sustainability, they gulp down paper, plastic, and glass, transforming yesterday’s trash into tomorrow’s treasure.

I'm soft and light, drifting so high, changing shapes as the wind passes by.

I am invisible, yet I make leaves dance. I can be gentle or strong enough to destroy. You feel me, but never see me. What am I?

I huffed and I puffed at a house made of straw, ate the piggy and made quite a show. Then I went to a house made of sticks... the second piggy was a quick fix. So then I went to a house made of brick, but found that this piggy was clever and quick. I climbed down the chimney but before I knew, I landed in a pot and became feline stew.