Inside a desert so large, are those plants and surface water that I see? And it's not a mirage? Here I thought my eyes are playing tricks on me!

I hang in doorways, yet I never knock. I'm kissed for, not with; a living paradox. Green when the world goes bare, I cling to height, A parasite that somehow feels like light. What am I?

I’ve got hips that sway And a trumpet in my trunk Don’t care what you say Best get out my way

I keep you dry when the heavens cry, A colorful shield when the storm passes by. I have buttons or zippers, a hood for your head, But leave me behind when you head off to bed. I’m slicker than skin, and I swallow the drops, Then I hang in the closet as soon as it stops.

I have countless siblings but each of us is unique. When Elsa is bored she calls us for entertainment. Some famous animals bear my name What am I?