I have a mouth but I don't eat. I have a bed but I don't sleep

I can be big, I can be small. I can sweep you off your feet. I can take you away from shore. I can create and I can destroy. Tsunamis are big versions of me.

The tadpoles roam, Under a willow lie their home, Still yet filled, Ecosystem of its own. Cattail frilled, Crowned with lilys. Skip a stone

done daily sometimes more, some call it a chore. doing this just right leaves you with a bountiful yield, too much and it’s time to replant the field

In the heart of a bloom, a golden elixir hides, sweeter than a leprechaun's charm, it tempts the winged folk and paints rainbows in a grin. Sip it, and luck might find ye, like gold at the rainbow's end.