A ribbon of silver, flowing and clear, guiding the small fish and whispering cheer. It bends and it twists, through forest and glen, a path never-ending, again and again.

I stand tall, a titan of time, my rings a story, my height sublime. What am I?

I float like a log, but I hunt with a smile, With armor for skin, I can wait for a while. I bask in the sun by the river's green edge, And snap with sharp teeth near the watery sedge.

I may serve lemonade, command the mound, or trap the insects buzzing round. One holds your drink, one throws with speed, one grows where hungry plants may feed.

A note in a bottle washed up on the shore. It read: Leave a message after the...