Will you, please, stop that! Please, stop that! I should've gotten a dog.... Should've gotten a dog.

I’m evergreen. A deep longing. A fresh scent.

I grow on plants and trees, cherry being the most famous one of all. I'm also a word for when a wallflower grows into their full potential.

Where forests stand proud and tall, I answer with a crashing fall. Each swing resounds with a thunderous crack. Who am I with an axe on my back?

As it, describes the high. With air, it complies. A running ascension. Less a brace, it denies. If it’s first was a ‘T’: It’s how to keep the line. If your grip has a slip, You can kiss it goodbye.