Both ancient and modern, old: a scripture on solid, but today it’s updated, a screen to teach knowledge. Or more likely watch clips, while taking your sips, playing games, or doom scrolling, kids’ screen time needs to dip.

I am a food item with over seven thousand varieties, Green with envy, but I'm actually red, 'cause I'm only green with granny smith. Add cherry to my name and I pack a sweet new punch, Add an animal to my name, and I come in jams and munch.

Formed from clay, shapeless, yet controlled by the oppressed unbound. I rise by command, not will or chance, made to protect my makers. I guard those in control, not for toll or gain, but to keep my charge safe and free.

Crystal white, On winter streets, Seasons sorrow, On pouting cheeks?

I glide without wheels through streets made of waves, or hang from a cable with mountain views to gaze. One rides the water, one rides the sky, both carry travelers passing by.