Pear-less I'm a secret chest, locked up tight inside my vest.I hide in sand and shun the Sun,yet serve on plates when day is done.Pry me open if you can- what am I both shell and span?

I'm a daily task that keeps things green, Though I'm an action, not a thing seen. I happen with hose or can in hand, To help your garden grow so grand. I'm what you do when plants look dry, Without me, flowers say goodbye. What am I?

A shortened word for a pesky insect, resistant to nuclear abuse, If you happen to partake, a joint smoked past its use

No forests here, just ice and land, short summers, winters long and grand. Frozen soil beneath your feet, what am I, thats barren and bleak?

You're after my pot of gold, I just know it, Where to hide it? Oh, I know a place you can't go, A place at the base of misted water when it's sunlit, A magical place you'll never reach at the bottom of a rainbow