I’m always in motion, it’s true, Through meadows of green and of blue. I’ve a bed but no sleep, And secrets I keep, As I’m constantly running past you.

I am both worn by a tree, and a symbol of royalty. Even a coin can describe me. What am I?

The sadness has settled in Exists at the crossroads of depression and contemplation Romanticised gloom?

Despite my size I'm a source of power I'm in a cell, but you need not cower! You might know of my skills supreme From a schoolbook or from a meme.

Lanky Wood Communicator tributary under the hood