My cat was just sick on the carpet. I don't think he's. . .

I have trees but sell no wood, I have grass but grow no farm, people spread their blankets on me eat their lunch and come to calm, kids run wild and dogs run free yet no one owns a single tree and in a city full of rush I am the one green breathing hush. What am I

I speak without a mouth... I speak without a mouth... I speak without a mouth... I speak without a mouth... I speak without a mouth... I speak without a mouth...

Red and White, and covered in metal or woods. This sturdy structure holds the field’s goods.

Born from fire, pale and gray, I linger when the flames decay. Yet legends tell of phoenixes reborn, emerging from my dusty form.