My petals are rays, and I follow the sun. Eat my seeds, spit far for some fun.

As day whispers to night, where earth meets sky, a gentle line unfolds, where dreams quietly lie.

When you go to the beach, you sink your feet in the coolness of this, or run for your life to find shade on hot days.

I communicate in clicks and still make better decisions than some humans.

I am a palace with no brick or stone, Where pillars are living and ceilings are grown. Sunlight is shredded when passing my gate, I whisper of ages yet measure no date. When I fall am wounded, yet I scream without a sound, In rings I keep my memories deep beneath the ground.