Winter stitched a quilt of white, draped upon the mountain’s height. When one loose stitch gives way below, the mountain’s blanket starts to flow.

I hug the roots beneath the flowers, through sunny days and rainy showers. Though plain to see, I play my part, I help small gardens get their start.

In order to teach the Green Cross Code, The UK government employed these 'Kings of the Road', Or perhaps more famous than this pair, Is the blue one known for running fast everywhere!

What do you call giant sleeping Lizards?

I wear a coat of emerald green, With tiny veins like rivers seen. I dance with fairies in the breeze, And whisper secrets to the trees. I hold a drop of morning’s dew, A tiny mirror of the sky so blue. When autumn comes, I trade my hue, For amber, gold, and crimson too. What am I, a little spell the forest grew?