Carpenters, skaters, kids at play, all strap me on before the fray. I’m not a weapon, yet I guard your knees from meeting the pavement too hard.

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’m grabbed by every visitor, yet rarely remembered. Twist me once, and I decide your fate.

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?

Arr, a pirate's fancy, a dancing string, On hats it sways, like bells that ring. With every sway, ye spirits lift, A sailor's charm, a jaunty gift.