Green slither I climb hither 'n thither over time. . Innumerable limbs spread to random whims up 'n through. . Wings sprout. Not to fly, But to air out. Stretch for sky.

I mimic a tree that no kid wants to munch. Dana Carvey liked to chop it a bunch.

Lumbering giant? Ancestral image? Data structure. Sappy sort.

I reign without a crown, Yet kingdoms mark my flight. I wield no blade nor throne, But rule the silent height. My gaze can measure miles, My shadow silences the small. I rise where storms are born, Unchallenged over all. What am I?

In gardens, I hide beneath the earth's crust, Orange and crunchy, a veggie you trust. Bunnies adore me with every bite, A root that's both savory and bright.