A patchwork quilt of earth and green, where nature's palette dances and grows, tended by hands that coax life from soil, a living mosaic that changes with the seasons.

I have no mouth but I can screech. On boards I write, on pavement I sketch. I have a lot of dandruff.

In frames of fashion, I find my place, a window to the world, a vision's embrace. I highlight wonders, grand and small, a sight to behold, I reveal it all.

I can follow every command you give me, but I have no brain of my own. I have arms, but cannot hug. What am I?

Where feet tread and dance, a sturdy stage, Holding the weight of all who engage. On me, worlds are built and dreams soar, Yet I'm just beneath your daily chore.