I am the infant son of kings crown'd with ice and stone. I wear a verdant coat of green that shines when winds are blow'n. I roll and roll with feet unmov'd, on me human youth b'come kings. Some choose to die upon me, Choose wisely before cutting the strings.

Sugar-sweet, a flowery treat, I attract pollinators in particular. Birds and insects alike adore me, one that hums in particular. What is it that I describe, helping honey to be divined?

I am a furnace locked in a cage, My letters are four, but I live in a stage. I split the calm and sever the chain, I am felt in the storm, yet vanish with rain. What am I?

Waves in water Out in a ring The first three are a tear Toss a stone, you've got this thing

In a forest of giants, I stand lean and tall, Through the whispers of winds, I bend but don't fall. Green and strong, come take a gandah, I make quite a meal for any panda.