Born of no mother, I consume my own grave, a sovereign of ash that no kingdom could save.I weep tears of mercy to mend what is torn,Yet I court my own ruin so I may be reborn. I can never truly die, look for the spark in the collapse of the sky.

I stand in a row with my sharp-pointed crown, A forest reborn to defend a whole town. No stone was I quarried, no forge made me grand, Yet shoulder-to-shoulder with brothers I stand. I keep out the foe and protect what is dear, A wooden fortress before walls appear.

A colonel, a general, a president, the father, a capital, a state, cities, a mountain, an escarpment, a cape, barangays, a fort, a lake, a port, a county, a park, islands, and so much more

I’m smaller than nickels and cents, Though value-wise, I make good sense. With Roosevelt's crest, And a torch on my chest, Ten cents is my standard expense!

Appeared in year two thousand and one. Caused apes to use bones in a different way. Produced by Stanley but isn't a cup.