I flash without warning, growl across the sky, and leave the earth soaking when I pass by.

Tall and tight, in lines I’m laid, A wooden wall that guards the glade. Pointed tops in a sturdy row, Keeping foes and critters low.

A frozen threat, creating teeth from houses in the cold weather.

Guarding the desert with spiky grace, I stand in sunlit solitude. A resilient sentinel, I thrive where others wither, holding life within my thorny embrace.

Bees love it Seeds grow into it Bake with a homophone of it