I start as sap from forest veins, then heat transforms my polymer chains. I stretch, return, and still endure, made strong and flexible through fires cure.

Water flows around me to protect. Inside my walls demand respect. Family ties I know all too well Where love, betrayal, and secrets dwell Shells of colors blue, green, and red Can be thrown to reach the end.

I make people cry But don’t live in a swamp I have many layers I’m not Donkey’s cake or parfait What am I?

Often made of reddish wax, I bear a family's crest. Found upon olden letters of import, fraud prevention is what I do best.

The British one has an amazing collection of artifacts stolen from other countries