I am a forest that never stands still, Tamed by the blade or bent to your will. I whisper of age, of health, and of trend, Yet fall without warning, and grow back again.

Sometimes I'm swallowed, sometimes I'm illegal, Sometimes I'm deadly, sometimes I'm quite regal. Some big cats can become me, and you'd need all the colors for me to be artsy.

I can take flight, because I'm light as a feather, I can lift heavy, because I'm tougher than leather, I can get your head a better view when everyone is crammed together.

You can have me or starve me, You can run me or pitch me, You can cabin me or spring me, A group of large cartilaginous fish will become me.

In ancient lore, I shant be trusted. I bring life to lands encrusted. Rivers share a common trait, my nectar peddled to mend your fate. A queen's demise my kiss provides, in this riddle you must surmise.