I sit on the water but I’m not a duck, Push me with oars and I’ll never get stuck. When you feel tired, I help you stay strong, With each little stroke, you keep moving along.

Where earth meets sky in a daring leap, A stony face where secrets sleep. Stand on the edge, with courage to defy, The silent guardian of the horizon's eye.

Colorful sentinels standing guard at the curb, they feast on yesterday's waste to birth tomorrow's resources, a green army marching towards a cleaner future.

Conspiracy theorists have their own take, On what these really are, for goodness sake. As for the rest of us, we're in the know. These are just water vapor clouds, From aircraft on the go.

What plants do to help us breathe. With the sun's help, they do this with ease.