In the countryside it stands so proud, With silos tall and livestock loud. Fields of gold surround its frame, Where farmers toil and call its name. What is it?

Used to contemplate or have fun. My parties are known worldwide. While my waving is constant, some stop to see a world in a piece of me.

Olive, tree? Fortunes revealed! Magic technique, Cups to conceal

Filled with precipitation, And not to boast, The most diverse biome. Finer roast.

You mostly know me in my synthetized and comercialized form, but but you should know me as an animal useful for filtering the sea - just like you know that I can clean your skin or your countertop.