Always hungry for the trees, X marks the spot where branches fall. Ending forests with a breeze, For each chop from these

I guard my treasures deep in stone, A golden mask upon my throne. Though dead for centuries, I still reign, Beside the Nile's eternal plain.

I hold coffee, wear a grin, or take your wallet on a whim.

Improving the look atop a pie. Or outside the window of a maiden to climb. My woven arms support all charms. In diamonds my carbon can be formed in a... What am I?

I come in pairs upon your feet, I keep your toes all warm and neat. I hide inside your shoes all day, What am I that feet obey?