I am born in a cherry, but I am not a fruit. I am roasted in fire, but I do not burn to ash. I am crushed to dust, drowned in water, and bled dry, Yet my sacrifice gives life to your morning.

I am a jacket that's woven from shadow and light, I can turn a great hunter invisible to sight. To the soldier I’m fabric, to the tiger I’m fur, To the clever chameleon, a colorful blur. I am hiding in plain sight, wherever you go, In the green of the jungle or the white of the snow. Though I never move, I can make you misdirect, The ultimate armor designed to protect.

I cradle life and growing blooms, I give small roots some growing room. Though flowers call my walls their home, what am I where roots are sown?

A suite of four symbols One unearths another A third to show a lover The fourth solves the game Though not by its expected name.

Arr, on the briny sea I sway, a sailor's cheer or a seabird's way. I greet the shore with a frothy spray, to me hearties, I'm the pirate's ballet!