I see all around, though that’s not my task, I sit on a wrist for convenience, you ask. I give you a detail tied to this place, one AU away shifts my measured pace.

Arr, matey, when the fields be gold, And the winds be brisk and bold, Ye gather the loot, Like a pirate's hoot, For the bounty of the earth ye hold!

I can make a simple meal feel like a feast, and turn a stranger into a friend. I cost nothing to give, but I am worth more than gold. Though I live in the heart, I am often spoken aloud.

A game made for kings To test one’s whit You pull the strings But Sometimes it makes you throw a fit

I can be in your garden. Very close to lettuce. I can be on a deck, to block partial, vendettas. I’m usually found by various vines. Through my windows and crosses, Nature weaves its design.