I am where the horses run, where long grass bends and sways, I am where the wind blows fierce, where gusts and breezes play, I'm so named because I'm flat and empty, people might think I am dull, But take a closer look at the birds and bees and you'll see I'm rather full

Whether facing the front or legs off to the side, it’s there to support - not needed to ride. Fastened with a cinch, no corset this is. Between beast and rider’s dance, a special one sits.

I keep the sunlight at my door, but welcome echoes in. Though many fear my darkest parts, great wonders lie within.

I am sweet enough to crave, and sticky enough to regret.

A favorite of a squirrel In coffee cups, it swirls Grows on a tree A woody shell surrounds it, can't you see?