I come from a bull or a steer. You can buy a dried version of me at the pet store as a chew toy for your dog.

I ask no leaves to dance for me, yet every branch will sway. Though no one sees me passing by, they know I’ve come their way.

One helps capture a smile, another lights up the stormy skies.

Unadventurous types may ignore us Technophiles may abhor us Those allergic to nature deplore us Saruman was foolish to ignore us What am I

In the garden, green and sweet, a summer's scent, a spicy treat. A leaf so dear, in dishes prime, it whispers tales of olden thyme.