I drink from the earth but never thirst, I wear green jewels until autumn’s burst. My arms reach high but never embrace, I shelter creatures in my wooden place. The wind tells secrets through my hair, While I stand patiently, rooted there. What am I?

How many birds does it take to write a riddle? I know one cant

Cartoon villains live to use me as an insult, And many people are afraid of me, But really we are all just little guys, With six legs and a segmented body

There’s just one of me while others have many From afar I can look just as big as a penny Honey and blood, in some lyrics from songs You can find me right there but sometimes I’m just gone

I can hide in shells and even stretch through the sky, I follow a sequence found in nature's design, I carry life's secrets in a double line. What am I?