I eat the leaves of a specific tree, They're toxic, even to baby me. Serve them on a plate and I won't understand, I don't recognize them and starve where I stand. To save energy, I nap around the clock, I can't do much else, my brain is smooth as a rock.

I can be carried on the wind As light as a thistle Or be blown to life For I am a

C'mon, give up. Fold like a lawn chair. Crumble. Crawl into a dark place of despair. C'mon...

I ripple through space without leaving a trace, arriving unseen from place to place. You hear my passing though I’m never seen what am I moving in between?

A leafy barrier that whispers in the wind, guiding paths with verdant walls, standing guard with emerald arms.