I bring the ebb and flow of tides, but I do not bring my own source of light. You associate me with the dark of the night .

I travel by air, by touch, by faces I'm even online and in such secure places You can't get rid of me, I have long made my way into your very own DNA

You can spread me but do not eat me; garden with me, but I alone cannot produce. You can clean and make soaps with me, for I have a lots of use.

I once stood tall, with leafy pride, but now I rest, my rings inside. By fire I'm fed, by axe I'm split, on forest floors, I sometimes sit. I'm not a frog, yet I still croaked, what am I, once part of oak?

I stand tall and wrapped in stripes The fat of giant sea beasts fuels my light My glowing eye burns through the grey A mighty guide till the break of day