Long-living, I have been used for centuries in many ways. I have emphasized athletic successes. I symbolize what every beauty pageant contestant says is their biggest wish. I’m green when not ready and black when I am. But mostly, I’m hard-pressed to help make a meal.

I look like a tiny forest, and am mostly hated by those I nourish.

First three are a nocturnal menace, one that purrs with a smile as it breaks your things. Last three are a way to say family, or a four letter word for nice, but remove the d, or the last three of paper used at dinner. Put together I'm a six letter slim dangling flower, from willows and birch.

My songs travel legions I've lived longer than you Yet I ended up as oil for you

I am small, yet countless, sleeping in the land, planted with care by a patient hand. From me rise sustenance, golden and warm, nourishing lives in many a form.