I can be water, I can be wood, I'm used in mathematics and with dinner I'm good.

I’m a tiny cut, a little groove, On belts, trees, or maybe your shoe. I help things fit or show your score What am I that’s never a bore?

One of me is so very tiny, but together we form a vst tapestry. If you let us reign free, we cover entire cities, not just a tree. Most of the time, the sun is our strife, On shade and morning dew we thrive.

Although I’m not royalty I am often a queen or king When it gets dark every night It’s on me people are sleeping

Items, weapons, accessories and more, Beat the boss and it’s treasures galore. Flip me around and I become a handyman’s best friend, You can find me in his box, filled with sockets and wrench.