Whether on your feet or a bridge, this shape provides support and strength

I’m raised without hands, carried without feet. You’ll find me in structures both ancient and modern, yet I leave no mark behind. I can be a simple melody or layered with harmonies. I’m chosen specifically for important milestones or Ordinary days. Remove the focus on Him, and I cease to be me.

This king is the pride of his peers on the safari

My plants, they are mostly shrubs, Woodless, no roots can grow deep. A certain line I exist above, With soil trapped in frigid sleep. My children three they are, and two are opposites too. The third sounds like where we got the words 'yodelayheehoo!'

A quiet guardian by the door, welcoming feet with a cozy embrace. Often found lying flat, yet stands firm against muddy intruders.