I cradle life and growing blooms, I give small roots some growing room. Though flowers call my walls their home, what am I where roots are sown?

A suite of four symbols One unearths another A third to show a lover The fourth solves the game Though not by its expected name.

Arr, on the briny sea I sway, a sailor's cheer or a seabird's way. I greet the shore with a frothy spray, to me hearties, I'm the pirate's ballet!

This is hard. Very hard. Possibly the hardest, naturally

A shoulder riding squawk box, endowed with feathers bright. In a real world scenario, he'd be dinner tonight...