Tender treasure, nestled in nature's embrace, a prickly protector with a pointy face.

The final command, in a line to the end. Stoked, it gains power And can be used to mend. A resourceful hawk species with a stick makes it friend. When spread, it’s a destructive and nutritional blend.

You do everything right, but it all goes wrong. You veer right, but your car goes left. Add a lane to a road, traffic gets worse. When you fail, you learn more than success. If you slow down, things go faster.

I give you wings but can’t truly fly. I’m also famous for a question no one can answer. What am I?

Sounds like you either have a bull in your house or you've been shot? I just have a brief report to share