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.

She sells seashells by the seashore, But tornados are moving in, one, maybe more, She should come inside, we can play a fun game! I have one with colored dots and a spinner, oh, what's its name?

Cut down, split, and neatly laid, I spend my life in tidy shade. Feed me to flames and I will smile, what am I in patient pile?

In the lungs I lie, Silent and slick, Guard by nature, Cast out when thick.