I wear a crown of tiny trees, but yield no shade, nor catch the breeze. My verdant form, a fractal sight, holds hidden depths of bitter might.

I’m born from breath or soapy streams, I shimmer bright with rainbow gleams. I float on air, so light and sly, But touch me once, and I will die.

I'm not a chair, but I help you sit, on an equine friend where I snugly fit. With stirrups below and straps all around, I go on adventures without touching the ground!

I once stood tall, with leafy pride,
but now I rest, my rings inside. By fire I'm fed, by axe I'm split, on forest floors, I sometimes sit. I'm not a frog, yet I still croaked, What am I, once part of oak?

Im born from tears and love to surprise, I mirror the clouds and reflect the skies. Jump in with boots or twirl like a dancer, But where do I go when the sun brings its answer?