My last riddle was a pun on cow products, But it didn't go over very well. Put succinctly:

To put something on is the word at my start To lock what's unlocked is second part's art Together four-legged creature they form One without wings, talons, venom, and horn

I never spoil, though ages pass me by. Made without hands, yet crafted with care. I come from flowers, but I’m not a bloom, and once I’m taken, the makers must work twice as hard.

I can be any color but. I have no race I can decay but never die

A traveler diverging from a wooden spine, reaching out toward the sky, sometimes home to a chirping choir, yet always connected to the heart of a towering elder.