A bear of fame, one with dashes in his name, though most had no idea, as Hollywood is to blame. A magical forest is where I dwell, with many a woodland creature I call friend. Think of a boy, whose imagination is great, though in real life, he truly began to hate, the fame that this bear-of-his caused.

A glimmer that gathers gazes. Gemstone’s signal to eyes. A faint disco light dazes. Like a glittered night sky. Candlelight’s fluttered phases, Varied glints at your guise. Soft but quivering gleams. As light dances on tides.

The carrier of death Many called me a plague I've been used to test science For the smart and depraved

The truest way to your partners heart, the way to satiate their soul. We have one, while a certain whale has thirteen. Go to the store, by fresh stuff, the come home and prepare it.

I can be slang for a dank nug. I can have weeping branches or curling white bark. I’m useful for swings, houses, forts, and Giving. What am I?