I spin around on stormy days and destruction is all I see.

I have a bed, but never sleeps, I have a head, but never sees, i have a mouth, but never eats.

I'm home to half the world's species. Quite humid, but not a sea. I'm found around the equator, Hot, dense and full of biodiversity.

I am described by my velocity, a blow of gust. But I'm merely an element, when I'm just.

I bloom in yellow, crowned in white, I vanish softly, scattered in flight.