Sometimes hot, sometimes cold Sometimes rainy and sometimes windy Always changing in the slightest And known for predicting it verrrry difficult

I answer when spoken to, yet I have no voice of my own. I follow you everywhere, but disappear when you get close.

I never spoil, though ages pass me by. Made without hands, yet crafted with care. I come from flowers, but I’m not a bloom, and once I’m taken, the makers must work twice as hard.

Hairy and round A milky delight Cut me in half To emulate horses in flight

A traveler diverging from a wooden spine, reaching out toward the sky, sometimes home to a chirping choir, yet always connected to the heart of a towering elder.