I'm long and green, a garden delight, But some say my shape is a bit impolite. I'm cool in a salad, a refreshing bite, But what am I, causing such lyrical plight?

I’m crooked in posture and humble in size, a shelter that doesn't pretend. When rain forms streams and wind sighs, travelers may call me a friend.

From crashing seas or garden hose, from perfume mist upon your clothes. I scatter drops that drift away, what am I that floats this way?

From rooftops I begin to grow, as falling drops forget to flow. I lengthen slow in winter’s chill, what am I, sharp and still?

ANSWER pie ANSWER tree Redbulls new flavor ANSWER Sakura ANSWER turnover ANSWER chapstick