Beneath the trees where secrets sleep, I rise from earth, dark and deep. From decay I weave my woodland spell, Where fairy whispers softly dwell. A velvet crown upon the ground, A hidden jewel where roots are found. Neither plant nor beast What am I?

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I only succeed in doing my job by destroying myself in the process.

I have no legs to walk the earth, though many rely on my steady frame, I sit in silence through the park, a simple resting place by name. I hold the weight of weary souls, of lovers whispering in the park, And watch the changing of the guard from morning light to sudden dark. I might be made of stone or wood, of iron cast or slatted pine, A place to pause and read a book, or watch the passing clouds align. Though I am stationary here, in courts of law my word is gold, And athletes wait upon my length until their strategy is told.

I am the fundamental building block of language, You wouldn't be able to read or write without me, If you say me with inflection I am a question of 'for real?', But you can also say me flatly to say that you agree