A woven cradle for fruit's delight, it holds your goods from day to night. With handles strong, it bears the weight, in markets bustling, it holds your fate.

My objective is to confuse. My objective is to give clarity. I use words and phrases big and long, or tiny and small. I am a game to some, a nuisance to others. The only important thing is what am I to you?

I fall from clouds in violent streaks, yet live in walls where silence speaks. Wild, I burn; controlled, I serve, the same force, bound and observed.

I'm ordinary and unremarkable everywhere, except on the battlefield

Three: Pitch to a pit, downtrodden to tire Three more: Simply said, modest kin to acquire Intended recipient, lives under fire