I’m a plant that’s purple and prickly to touch. I grow in fields and don’t like much fuss. Careful where you grab I’m sharp, not gentle.

Tender treasure, nestled in nature's embrace, a prickly protector with a pointy face.

The final command, in a line to the end. Stoked, it gains power And can be used to mend. A resourceful hawk species with a stick makes it friend. When spread, it’s a destructive and nutritional blend.

I give you wings but can’t truly fly. I’m also famous for a question no one can answer. What am I?

I shape deserts and forests, using storms and calm seas alike. People try to predict me, but I can change in an instant. And even though I am not alive, I decide what you wear, where you live and travel, and even how you live.