Pear-less I'm a secret chest, locked up tight inside my vest.I hide in sand and shun the Sun,yet serve on plates when day is done.Pry me open if you can- what am I both shell and span?

Popular culture designates this as being the forest of choice for samurai. Often cut.

I'm a daily task that keeps things green, Though I'm an action, not a thing seen. I happen with hose or can in hand, To help your garden grow so grand. I'm what you do when plants look dry, Without me, flowers say goodbye. What am I?

Like a writing-desk I soar. How? We’ll find out nevermore.

Undulating, a break in the calm, my effect. In time, I’m bound to the edge of my nest. A solitary solid, sent airborne then airless: Is all that it takes to set my gentle caress