My essence is of life, yet can choke the living. My existence is omnipotent yet can be more valuable than sterling. I can catch ablaze yet can smother my flames. I can be dirty black or crystal clear, and my purity would remain the same.

Amidst the vast ocean blue, a tiny friend in view. Not a mountain, not a plain, just a dot in the nautical domain.

Bananas wear these coming down the stairs, coming down in pairs, and when chasing Teddy Bears.

When the tune of traffic meets the sweet embrace of berries, I find myself stuck between the rock of rush and the preserve of leisure.

First part is like a swamp, but grasses and reeds over trees. Second is uniquely tied to the whole; back in the day, it meant soft. When together, I’m generally soft and squishy, large or small, and friends with hot cocoa.