Deep in the earth, I awake to bring flowers. For a genius, I appear before them to bring them power. For a pocket monster, My name is in their own For what am I, when I could be found in your home?

I live where light forgets its name and silence learns to hold, I drink the dark so life above can dare to grow and gold. I never move, yet I decide which way the branches lean, A past made solid underfoot, unseen but evergreen. Cut me and the towering falls, though I was never shown. What am I, that grips the world while never owning stone?

Pure white in color Silvery mane By untainted maiden I can be tamed

She is born in the dirt, but quickly works her way up. As a little one, she's nothing special really. But the moment she blooms, she delights everyone with her colours and perfumes.

I’ve been called a royal, an emperor, a king. Yet even with these titles, I can’t get past one thing. I have but one desire, and only need one chance, To show you all my happy feet, my happy little dance.