I am best when I am long, standing tall and straight, I look my best when stiff and firm, a truly proud estate, I’m known to release some sticky sap when fully grown and ripe, And if you handle me too much, you’ll need a cloth to wipe.

I know it's late summer now, but before you know it, this season will show up out of nowhere!

I was black and dirty, now I’m white and clean Crushed for years till I could gleam Kings wear me, thieves steal me Cut into pieces, yet I’m still me What am I?

I have a heart of rings, but no pulse inside, I wear green in the spring, but in winter I hide. I reach out like an arm, though I have no hand, And I catch out to shade all the life on the land.

Some of my kind are born in darkness, yet spend their lives aglow. Others find their fame on screens, while fans watch them steal the show.