One is the opposite of war, a time many wish for, but greed prevents it so. Another is something you take, after the whole has been separated. Either word works, but I hope you go for the first.

Remove my first and scratch yourself Remove my first two for something born of flame Remove me first three and quiet down Unchanged? Brace yourselves

I have legs but never walk, a back but never complain. I host tired humans, lonely pigeons, and forgotten gum. I hear secrets, watch joggers suffer, and get blamed for cold seats. In parks and courts I quietly sit - What am I, besides emotionally supportive furniture?

Oh my goodness, in the garden's gentle embrace, a soft, silent sponge spreads snugly, sipping sunshine, sharing secrets softly with stones. It's nature's green carpet, oh how it clings to time!

Where shadows dost play, Between the towering walls, Thou path of whispers.