viscous or flowing. Parties or tranquillity. I can be present at either of these. I shower upwards, as the birds drink from me. What am I?

To put something on is the word at my start To lock what's unlocked is second part's art Together four-legged creature they form One without wings, talons, venom, and horn

I wear a coat I never chose, My fingers stretch where no wind blows. I drink with feet, yet never roam, And hold my breath through winter’s dome. I count the years in silent rings, And cradle nests and whispered things. What am I?

I pull without hands, hold oceans in place, bind stars in silent dance, and keep you tethered to the ground.

I never spoil, though ages pass me by. Made without hands, yet crafted with care. I come from flowers, but I’m not a bloom, and once I’m taken, the makers must work twice as hard.