Planted in dirt, I grow your greens, Laced through stories, I twist and turn, Outlaws will hatch me behind the scenes, Trace my points and the truth you'll learn.

I glow without flame, I burn without rising, And though I am dying, I can start life again.

Shirts and socks in rows I keep, Pull my face and secrets peep. By the bed I help you dress- What am I? Take a guess.

I grow from trunks and reach for the sky, I split from paths where choices lie. In banks or armies, I help expand, what am I, stretched across the land?

Inside me live both kings and lands, I have no body, have no bones, I'm strongest in the smallest hands, and I build worlds from dust and stones.