I’m green and I’m tall. Cut me down, and I’m your floor, cutting board, even your sheets!

I'm up high, where the air is crisp, A place to relax, with a view to grip, Stars above, and sky so bright, I'm the ceiling outside, day and night. You can climb me, or take a lift, I shelter you, from the storm's swift shift, A spot to party, or just chill too, Where the world below, is a different view.

News caster? Moral alignment? Needle to eye. We're not lost. Scout's honour!

I am omnipresent but I can also be confined. I am personal but can also be shared. You can live, work or park in me I am invisible, yet always felt.

I'm a large expression of excess, owned by bozos, oops I meant Bezos. I travel the world, berthing from place to place; a luxury treat, with a sporty chic. The currents don't guide me, though waves may surprise me; can you name this fancy thing?