I have many layers but I’m not a tale, no tears like onions when I’m unveiled. Green and round, in gardens I grow, what am I you slice just so?

I am the hunger that is never fed, The itch that lives inside your head. I open doors that were meant to stay closed, And reveal the secrets that nature has posed. I am the Why? in a young child's eyes, The reason the foolish and the brilliant are allies.

Water them gently and tuck in the children Sing to them sweetly, sprinkle their food over their heads Nurturing love, and guiding hands, Whisper the magic words, 'I bid thee, I bid thee, Grow strong and swiftly,' Cozy in their beds, kept warm and safe, This home filled with light and all of the growing green things

You make a wish and blow me free, then curse the spots I choose to be. I spread like gossip on the breeze, what am I that grows with ease?

A grouping of trees, but not by design, a natural place, that can feel quite divine.