Drop in an L and I’m your match Add an S and eat a batch But on my own I’m holding scoops, or orange plastic on your route.

I am full of cities, but have no buildings I am covered by forests, but have no trees I have lakes, rivers, and oceans, but hold no water I have both the largest and smallest populations, but have no people

I'm a group, a place, a hardened state, I lower with sun or seal your fate. I'm staged for scenes on screen or play, Yet once I'm down, I tend to stay.

In the darkest black with a metal skin, I warned of an attack, One if by land, two if by sea A nation soon to be free

I’m a prismed shell that drinks the sun, yet shelters no person when day is done. Within my walls, the green convene, In silent warmth, a hidden scene.