What am I?
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt. My merest touch brings laughter. What am I?
What am I?
One where none should be, or maybe where two should be, seeking out purity, in the kings trees. What am I?
What am I?
Where there is light is the only place I can live. Yet if light shines on me I die. What am I?
What am I?
As a stone inside a tree, I'll help your words outlive thee. But if you push me as I stand, the more I move the less I am. What am I?
What am I?
I have seas with no waters, coasts with no sand, towns without people and mountains with no land. What am I?
What am I?
I am a box that holds keys without locks, yet my keys can unlock your deepest senses. What am I?
