I used to be the most prominent teacher's tool, but I'm chased away by markers like a fool. In most modern classrooms, I am gone. My task is dusted and done.

I am the gift you give to make a stranger’s day. Yet the more you give, the richer you stay. I can be a coin, a coat, or your blood. Join me, and turn trickles of kindness into a powerful flood.

I build you worlds you’ve never seen, With sights and sounds that feel so real. But take me off, and all will fade What am I, in light and shade?

I have a handle but no door, I hold your secrets, and much more. I slide out smoothly, then push within, A hidden space where treasures begin. What am I?

I have delicate green leaves and a name you might know, But when I turn into seeds, I have a different way to go. To some, I am citrusy, fresh, and bright, To others, a soapy taste is all I invite.