Golden.

I'm a big tree and a vast forest, I shade the undercarriage, I'm a kid slash florist. I live to raid any broken marriage. This is a stick up, give me the goods, Wonder, get lost and stolen, This is a trick yet you hide in the woods. My technique must be golden. Leak so i can crush your existence and steal your being, Why does everyone sprint? I take everything from anything I'm seeing. Even as soon as they catch my scent. I feel huge, it takes two blinks to contain my image, I play on fields that scare, I play with real lives and call it scrimmage. Life is a game of chess, check mate, you stare.