I have many faces but no head, I may be above you or under your tread. I can be cut, nailed, folded, or drawn, and when people gather, I’m what they’re on. What am I?

I am a jacket that's woven from shadow and light, I can turn a great hunter invisible to sight. To the soldier I’m fabric, to the tiger I’m fur, To the clever chameleon, a colorful blur. I am hiding in plain sight, wherever you go, In the green of the jungle or the white of the snow. Though I never move, I can make you misdirect, The ultimate armor designed to protect.

Something to wear to keep me from being bare, Also this is a fashionable way to look out there.

I cradle life and growing blooms, I give small roots some growing room. Though flowers call my walls their home, what am I where roots are sown?

A suite of four symbols One unearths another A third to show a lover The fourth solves the game Though not by its expected name.