I never bloom, yet green I stay, with frilly leaves that softly sway. In shady spots I love to grow, a woodland friend you’ve come to know. No flowers here, but don’t you spurn, I’m leafy, lush, I am a?

I point the way to where you are, through storm and shadow, near and far. With needle’s dance, both calm and mild, I call to every sailor, ocean’s wild.

Seven siblings, but I'm the best Sixth moon marks my fest, I'm hard to swallow, mote it be, The maned king's got family

My teeth can be pulled to open the earth or gather the dead

I venture through every nook and cranny of the world But not a single sound can be heard My inner workings are complex and I come in many forms Yet finding me around your surroundings is the norm