My value could vary wildly. I guess what they say is true: beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.

I can follow air to save your life, But if that air moves, I'll talk your ear off, And I'm noisier still when placed in front of a pipe.

You make a wish and blow me free, then curse the spots I choose to be. I spread like gossip on the breeze, what am I that grows with ease?

Insects scurry, sunlight falls I have a ceiling for a floor and a roof for the walls.

when the wind blows, i carry the babies, protect them from predators. Will i fall?