A crown of bone that falls to the floor, to branch and grow just like a tree once more. I am cast aside when the cold winds blow.

In parks and forests, you are encouraged to only take photos and leave nothing but us. What are we, that follow your every move?

I once took flight upon the air, now ink my thoughts with careful care. On beasts I stand with pointed will, both word and ward I serve them still.

I'd like to make myself believe That planet earth moves slowly And that ten million of me Lit up the world as I fell asleep I bring wonder to kids' faces In dark wide open spaces Using their rear not their middle Shiny if you get this riddle

Slime coated, I can leave electric wake. Nature's mistake, not a snake for Pete's sake!