I'm tested constantly, always something fraying at the edges of me. I make the smallest of seeds become a towering tree, or I can turn a rushing river into a calm and steady stream. Without me, the sweetest fruits can never be.

I'm just a branch, with a magical PR team.

I have a trunk but I can move. I can flap parts of my body but cannot fly. I can be from Africa or Asia.

I’m always around on a sunny day. Pan grew annoyed when I ran away. Cast over your face means you’re feeling dismayed. I need another line so hooray for croquet.

Floppy-eared bounder in the meadow, Though to find my true home, look down below. Bouncing through fields is never a bore-ah, Remove my last and I'll teach you the Torah.