How can something be so large, yet invisible to see. Only when I'm addressed can your duress be put to rest.

Arr, matey, when the fields be gold, And the winds be brisk and bold, Ye gather the loot, Like a pirate's hoot, For the bounty of the earth ye hold!

I can be in your garden. Very close to lettuce. I can be on a deck, to block partial, vendettas. I’m usually found by various vines. Through my windows and crosses, Nature weaves its design.

Tiny, edible trees, Best drizzled with cheese. Just don't eat too many, Or you'll fart when you sneeze.

I show you what isn't there you made me out of nothing the closer you look I vanish I was never really here