In dirt the seed remains hid. Though I shoot from the ground, I make not a sound. It Can also describe a small kid.

Made from glass and shaped like a bubble losing these means your head is in trouble.

Oh this is fun, due to it’s nature. A noun and verb, gliding on the use of nomenclature. It looks the same both front and back, From letter sequence, to on the rack. A calming paddle forth and back, To places boats can’t take you.

From a distant star, not near or far, an oddity beyond our ken. With eyes aglow and ways unknown, it visits us now and again.

First word is one less than ten; the second, A four-letter measure used metric and imperial then. The last is pounded hard into a wall, To keep something fixed, or hang it tall. Three words together, a band of repute; My lead singer, Reznor, resonates with many a techno fan.