It ain't easy being the first five It's a place where plants thrive Clear walls, yet full of color Keeps out winter, when days are duller

Across the fields I stand so tall, a golden crown admired by all. Though I can never roam or run, each day I turn to face the sun.

You can make as many of me in winter, But need only three of me to make a person, And only one of me to start a fight.

I have bands of Red, yellow, green, and blue. I may be a bridge, a promise, or represent freedom too.

I am a sea of grass, vast and wide, Where wind whispers secrets, secrets I hide. Few trees dare to stand, where the bison once cried.