I am not a unicorn, though two of my five species share its most notable trait. I am not extinct, though I am a megafauna. Depictions of my woolly version were painted in Chauvet Cave thirty thousand years ago.

White bird on the lake, Graceful neck, a silent glide, Who am I, so fair?

Pictures Artistically Interpreting Nature Through Individually Nuanced Graphics

I grow from a trunk but I’m not the body. I split and spread, reaching for the sky. What am I?

I start as a seed and grow on a vine, autumn is my time to shine. Inside a crust I'm spicy and sweet. On your porch, your visitors I greet.