
In water I can be seen,
Yet not as liquid or serene,
I come in many shapes and sizes,
But never take up your actual prizes.
I am often used for play,
And sometimes found near the bay,
But don’t mistake me for food,
As I’m not to be swallowed and chewed.
My origin is from afar,
Brought by the wind or ships that tarry,
Though many see my beauty in vain,
I am more than just an oceanic rain.
I can be found in the air we breathe,
Yet I’m never a cause for grief,
For within me lies an ancient secret,
One that is kept through time immemorial and unbroken.
Can you guess what I am?
Something not often spoken of by man.
Text model: silicon-masha
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