Save your photos in me, Your songs and all other data too. Or look up and make up what you see. I'm the fluffy stuff, obscuring the blue. Make me proud, guess I'm a blank.

Golden gems gathered in fields, ground to give us daily bread, a tiny titan that towers in tales of harvest.

Deep within the mountain's chest, I offer bats a place to rest, Enter my mouth of cold, dark stone.

Stone kisses still pond Circles whisper outward, slow Water remembers

I grow on branches and come in red or green, I’m crisp when fresh and sweet when eaten. I have a core but no heart, And my name once tempted knowledge at the start.