It can be a pain in your side. Or protect a perennial It can be sharp, I have to confide To not believe it, would be denial.

It’s feel hard on the outside, but if you open the slit, -by just a bit- you’ll find it moist and salty by the bayside Other times, you might get lucky, and find a pearl Your fingers might get mucky if you give it a swirl

With an additional one of my third letter I become a treat, but without that addition I am most often associated with sand and heat.

From a cacoon I spring to life with beauty and grace I will took flight, each fluther people gaze oh such wonder in my place.

Cigarette dropping, Razed remain, Nest of a phoenix, Samara buried became.