I once stood tall, with leafy pride,
but now I rest, my rings inside. By fire I'm fed, by axe I'm split, on forest floors, I sometimes sit. I'm not a frog, yet I still croaked, What am I, once part of oak?

Im born from tears and love to surprise, I mirror the clouds and reflect the skies. Jump in with boots or twirl like a dancer, But where do I go when the sun brings its answer?

I’m soft and white like a sleepy cloud, I don’t moo, cluck, oink, or get loud. I soak up flavors like a tasty sponge, In soups or stir-fry, I take the plunge!

Stone and shadow, cold and deep, I cradle secrets that never sleep. Chains may rattle, and torches die, yet none leave once they wander by.

I’m not a flower, but I smell so sweet, I’ll make you feel fresh from head to your feet. Spray me on lightly, and I’ll stay near, a little cloud of joy, always here.