In kitchens I dance with a bubbly crown, On waves I appear when storms come around. I’m light as a whisper, I vanish with ease, Yet I gather in clusters on rivers and seas. In mugs I rise when the dark brews are poured, A soft little blanket that drinkers adore. I’m born from a mix of liquid and air, A fleeting white carpet that’s here, then not there. You cannot hold me, I slip through your hand, I sparkle and shimmer but never will stand. In tubs I bring laughter, in oceans I roam So tell me, dear thinker, what am I?

From stone or rain I often start, expanding outward from my heart.

I’m soft, delicate, and silky, but if you’re wrapped in me, you’ll scream - if you can. What am I.

A journey began because of me. An empire fell because of me. To one, I was merely a circle of gold. To another, I became my precious. I can seal a vow, tempt a heart, Or change the fate of an entire world.

I am of great abundance, spread far and wide. Collected by the neglected, and returned to by all.