A sacred stone both smooth and green, in ancient courts and temples I am seen.

I have no arms, yet I hold, I bring you warmth against the cold. I never speak, yet offer you peace, I’m always there when you fall asleep.

A crown of bone that falls to the floor, to branch and grow just like a tree once more. I am cast aside when the cold winds blow.

If you live in one of these, you shouldn't be throwing any mineral-based objects, or else you might break something. What am I?

I carry bites that keep hunger at bay, tucked in your bag for a busy day. A portable pantry that fits in your hand, filled with whatever you have planned.