I am best when I am long, standing tall and straight, I look my best when stiff and firm, a truly proud estate, I’m known to release some sticky sap when fully grown and ripe, And if you handle me too much, you’ll need a cloth to wipe.

I know it's late summer now, but before you know it, this season will show up out of nowhere!

I spend my whole life helping people get somewhere I’ll never be.

I was black and dirty, now I’m white and clean Crushed for years till I could gleam Kings wear me, thieves steal me Cut into pieces, yet I’m still me What am I?

I have a heart of rings, but no pulse inside, I wear green in the spring, but in winter I hide. I reach out like an arm, though I have no hand, And I catch out to shade all the life on the land.