An abandoned masterpiece, a woven tapestry, collecting dust in corners.

some may smoke it, and some may find it on the ocean floor what is it?

Peter’s tail in his eponymous tale or song.

A sturdy column with nature's crown, holding vibrant hues above the ground. It bridges the earth to the sky, a rising pillar where life flows by.

In the realm of branches I sway, slower than the ticking of a lazy clock. My home is a hanging hammock, where leaves are my endless buffet.