While the wind winds, From a tree I'm collected. One staves off the idea of going bigger, by arcane scholars I'm rarely neglected. The charlatan's is black and capped with white, tap tap Alakazam! Take the eyes of the third and fourth words, Make them A, you'll know what I am.

Not a knight, but armored regardless. Not a twig, but still tend to snap. Always on the move, yet never leaving home.

I can be found on the dessert just lounging around with pricky body waiting for you wave back and say Hi.

Lined with walls of privacy, Or, perhaps, proudly displayed. Gentle, tender, care for me, I'll give you things, Which you'll then claim to have made

Some may refer to me as a valley but I think my name sounds sweeter My first letter matches the first of my color and I think that makes me neater