I rise where motion peaks. I am not the beginning, not the end, only the highest point before the fall. You will find me on a wave before it breaks, on a mountain before gravity wins, and on a symbol worn to show allegiance and power.

It has a nose that knows secrets. A mouth that mouthes no words. It speaks in the coat of a tree. Lovable, but hares bewares; It can be a bully.

If my first was a, I'd be frozen sap, But spelled as I am, I'm the heart of the hearth.

I am a wooden shaft with long teeth most commonly used by farmers. I am often mistaken for a garden fork. What am I?

Circuitous creation, delicate yet defiant, spun in solitude by a silent sentinel. Aerial architecture, capturing the curious, hidden in corners, unseen yet omnipresent.