I grow in silence, felled by steel, My lifeblood rings beneath the keel. In winter’s breath I stand in rows, Feeding warmth when cold wind blows. What am I, stacked with care and toil, Waiting by the cabin bound in spoil?

Oh my stars, a twinkling spark, flits on warm summer's dark. A lantern small, with wings so spry, dances beneath the starlit sky.

A professor at Hogwarts, a word for a young plant.

I whisper colors, yet possess no voice. Born of the sun, I embrace fragility. What am I, destined to fall?

You see one world, but peer through two, I bring far wonders close to you. Sky or sea, no step required, birds and ships are pulled in tighter.