Store your flowers to keep them pretty and living.

I’m how a worm avoids a shoe, and toddlers show excitement too. I’m not quite dancing, not quite crawl, what movement am I, loved by all?

With soup of cheese; With beef, oh please! These tiny trees- They nourish me!

The mountains part and there I lie, beneath the earth and open sky. I carry rivers through my floor, while towering walls around me soar.

I go in and out, but I’m not a door, I tickle your toes on the sandy shore. The moon is my boss, I do as it decide, What am I called when I rush in and slide?