As giant stalks I rise up high, green and segmented, to the sky. I may grow with rapid speed, and monochrome giants I can feed.

The whole idea is for me to stay low. It’s been said, I’m carried by the wind, only some people will know.

In the air it gently weaves, like a whisper through the leaves. A sweet tale without a tongue, where notes and beats feel like home.

You make a wish and blow me free, then curse the spots I choose to be. I spread like gossip on the breeze, what am I that grows with ease?

I look like land but swallow your feet, a watery world where grasses meet. Birds and frogs call me their home, what am I where waters roam?