Most people think of art when they think of me, but there is so much more to see, like history, nature, science, technology. All can be found within my many a wall. In fact, sometimes I don't even have walls at all.

Under ancient arbor, a relic rests; a script of stones, silent sentinels of sagas sung. Whispering wisdom, woven in weathered whispers, it guards the groves of time, guiding the growing green.

I am an ancient proclamation, But I wasn't that important in my own generation, My discovery was key for some novel decryption, And I was how we cracked the hieroglyphs of Egyptian

Christopher Robin’s friend A drunken WW II political leader Spelled differently, the sound a horse makes

I can so small that I'm an edible medicine. I can be so large that I'm used as a computer. I can be made of stone to hold religious law. Or I can be made of wood to help you write.