Peter’s tail in his eponymous tale or song.

A sturdy column with nature's crown, holding vibrant hues above the ground. It bridges the earth to the sky, a rising pillar where life flows by.

In the realm of branches I sway, slower than the ticking of a lazy clock. My home is a hanging hammock, where leaves are my endless buffet.

I'm not scary, but my last three can make you jump. A shoot or a plant, my roots are a stump. I grow very, very fast And Pandas love me for repast. Emeril loves my first three too You should know me by now, I'm blank

To find me is rather simple, Yet specific to do. Most tend to shout for me And I may return to you.