Fish, burst, light, dust all come after me. Lone, rising, super and all come before me.

My branches spread, I reach great height. My bark is great and i never bite.

Two: A friend to behold, close to the ground Two more: Early, transmission of sound Preferred by growers, green-thumbed and root-bound

I’m neither soft, warm, nor meant for a nap, yet cats often choose me over silk and a lap. I was bought for storage, but was swiftly repossessed, for I became a feline’s cardboard fortress.

Once I soared the vast skies, now I fly between the edges of a page I am the lightest of all , but show my might in the right hands