My branches spread, I reach great height. My bark is great and i never bite.

Two: A friend to behold, close to the ground Two more: Early, transmission of sound Preferred by growers, green-thumbed and root-bound

I’m neither soft, warm, nor meant for a nap, yet cats often choose me over silk and a lap. I was bought for storage, but was swiftly repossessed, for I became a feline’s cardboard fortress.

Once I soared the vast skies, now I fly between the edges of a page I am the lightest of all , but show my might in the right hands

I creep without legs, slow but sure, A frozen river, ancient and pure. I carve valleys without hands, leave scars in stone, Carry giants where they’re never known. I whisper in creaks, I roar in collapse, Time rides my back in icy maps.