A state of being, From flower or tree Or mountains or plant To recall them all I can't With me you can see tall Or not well at all Though at any rate, You probably can't walk straight Without me, crushing pressure Or thoughts fresher

I lay dormant waiting for a prize i don’t deserve. Some keep me as company some dont. I like to whisper to those that understand me. What am I?

A toothpick was awarded Toothpick of the Year. What was their reward?

Introverts flee at this And usually its a crowd While it can be a celebration Where guests revel loud But if you are an adventurer You'll want to make one true Since fighting bosses alone Is a death sentence too

Prime real estate for banjo twanging, grandma's favorite place for hanging. The event horizon of a domicile, take a seat and stay awhile.