I can heal, I can peel, I breathe and I can rot and pucker. I can be marked, I can be cut, I can be stitched. I envelope so much.

My child and mate are the subject of a very odd debate. Heed my call, it's known to all, a call to labor, less to arms.

I am small but mighty, harboring life within, waiting for the right moment to sprout and begin. Birds and animals eat me alive, but I am no one's pray. Instead, I give them shelter, one day.

I have a mouth but never talk And I can run but never walk What am I?

I get you down, but without me there is no up. I'm a heavy topic.