In earth's embrace, I dig deep and true, A symbol of luck, in card games too, I carve the path where seeds go deep, When speaking plainly, call a me a me.

there are many words that rhyme with me. my letters are more than three. i am used to voyage a homonym of C.

I can only go forward or backward, when liberated from my tracks. What am I?

I may be small, I may be tall, I live where raindrops barely fall. I hold my water, spines like lace, a prickly plant that owns its space.

I weave a world where fabric takes flight, With nimble dance and stitches so tight, What am I, crafting beauty with might?