Jury of the natural world, All lives I will devour. Standing proud in rings of peers, In rot and dirt I cower.

I make a great gift, but I do not make you anything. People often sniff me.

I leap and bounce with energy bright, or flow in silence, fresh and light. I’m a season, a coil, or water’s gift, In one word, my meanings shift.

Start with the front of down. Then, look to the middle: son. Finally, think of the back when I’m going. Fix it together, now show me your worth, What’s the reverse of the creator of earth?

I’m heard in warning, loud and clear, When someone dares to venture near. I wrap the trunks in forest deep, And crossed the seas where waves would leap.