Feeling crazy, Drop your drawers, Made of cheese, Control the shores

A waddling crowd huddled together, Everyone takes care of new recruits, Stay close to survive the weather, Always wear the most formal suits

I grow in the wild, taste clean, and sometimes stamp value into metal.

Always running, stays in place. Has a mouth but not a face. Has no lungs but yet can roar. A passageway without a door.

A glassy home for green to thrive, a mini world where plants survive. Nature's theater, sunlit stage, life enclosed in a verdant cage.