I used to chase and fight at night, Now I nap in warm sunlight. No more babies, no more roar, What was done so I roam no more?

Where river meets the sea, in a land of fertile mystery, a triangle of change unfolds its story.

I blush in the sun though I’m born green, I’m soft as a fruit but in salads I’m seen. Slice me or sauce me, I brighten the plate - or serve as a tool to show audiences hate.

I fly through the air in a stripy suit, I don’t play a trumpet, drum, or flute.

I start as a flower but grow underground, a wood-like shell waiting to be found. Two in a pod, but not a true nut. What am I, that makes elephants happy and sound?