Deep in the earth, I awake to bring flowers. For a genius, I appear before them to bring them power. For a pocket monster, My name is in their own For what am I, when I could be found in your home?

I live where light forgets its name and silence learns to hold, I drink the dark so life above can dare to grow and gold. I never move, yet I decide which way the branches lean, A past made solid underfoot, unseen but evergreen. Cut me and the towering falls, though I was never shown. What am I, that grips the world while never owning stone?

I’ve been called a royal, an emperor, a king. Yet even with these titles, I can’t get past one thing. I have but one desire, and only need one chance, To show you all my happy feet, my happy little dance.

If they could speak a language then you would never hear silence They're like a puppy but they can be used to carry things Some people laugh like it speaks

Maybe a tree part Maybe a long nose Maybe storage for cars Maybe used to move clothes What am I?