The ans is - Hidden
Out of nowhere, I can erupt A peaceful calm, I may disrupt
My trigger, one might not expect Those around me, I may infect
The atmosphere, I may brighten By stimuli, I delight in
From one to the next, I vary My echoed sentiment merry
What am I?
I’m always there, some distance away. Somewhere between land or sea and sky I lay. You may move towards me, yet distant I stay. What Am I?
What is it like to live in the middle of nowhere? It's like living here in the first place or there in the second. It feels like living in Hamburg but not in Germany.
