I'm related to a branch or a switch, But the only game you'll play with me hurts. There's a model with my name and an added -gy. Me and berries go way back.

I stand where forests lose their weight, where giants fall to measured fate. I sing in teeth, a hungry choir, turning timber into more.

I am a clock that hates the dark, dependent on the sunlight’s mark.

Always hungry for the trees, X marks the spot where branches fall. Ending forests with a breeze, For each chop from these

Sweet liquid gold flowing in nature's chalice, sought after by the buzzing worker and the fluttering dancer alike.