My precious hides withing this walls, and yet you stand firm and tall. Small for some and majestic for others, I will surely bring glee to you special partner.

I guard your little soldier Protection's what I do But if I fail to do my job A life is born anew So keep your army barracksed By the guy you've come to trust Gird your loins and sheathe your sword Before you start to thrust

I blush in the sun though I’m born green, I’m soft as a fruit but in salads I’m seen. Slice me or sauce me, I brighten the plate - or serve as a tool to show audiences hate.

I have a spine, but no bones to break, I hold stories and knowledge, for goodness sake.

I stretch for miles, a ribbon unbound, Where adventures bloom and memories are found. What am I?