A golden giant with a face that follows the light, standing tall in fields, turning its gaze towards the sky's warm embrace.

I wear a crown of ivory, but rule no land. Born of tales, not flesh or bone, I stand. I run through forests no map can find, A healer to hope, a mirror to mind. Seek me in stories where wonders are sworn What am I, praised yet never born?

People who are very spontaneous often do things on me I am also the first four letters of a Grass and Fairy type pokemon that evolves with a Sun stone and is a bit of a Prankster

An outdoor activity, a small slim vessel. You ride on my hole and you paddle and paddle. Spell me forwards or backwards, I’m the same.

Soft and curly, I’m sheared, spun, then knit into sweaters, scarves, and mittens.