A living shield, soft yet tough, Wraps the body, just enough. Mostly hidden, warm and smooth, A medley of color, envy of youth.

I’ve got a curve that catches, but claws? Nope. I hold up your hat, or twist the trope. I can reel you in with a line from a song. And yes, Peter Pan knew me all along.

Kick me or store me In the ocean, don't ignore me I fizzle or spill Be careful how you hold me Store me your fridge or shelf I will last longer than your elf

Born of earth yet prized as sky, I wear green calm where secrets lie. I harden patience, not with flame, But time and pressure stake my claim. Kings wore me for luck, not blade, Name the stone that peace has made.

Hard sediment, tough and natural, seen all around. Music, fast and catchy, keep up with the beat. A chair without the ing, a slight motion, forward and back.