In dampened realms where silence lies, A carpet lush before your eyes, Soft as a feather, Whispers together, It thrives where the shadowy world ties.

From above, I give light From below, I give tulips

My first half sounds like a chunk of the ‘ol block. My second half, is a spiritual man of silence

Some grow on trees Some are the size of peas Some dangle under a forked trunk Some act like a crazy drunk But, if you’re hungry and don’t want to eat junk, let me offer you a handful of deez

I’m taken, not grown, once a year from one who grazes. Warm without weight, soft without silk. I shield you from cold long after I leave my source. What am I?