A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
They keep secrets locked away.
And you pass through them each day.
For each one there is a key,
They respond to sesame.
I have palms but not on hands,
I offer foods from distant lands,
When at my peak you'll see me smoke,
I'm famous for my friendly folk,
My flowers grow and yet they lay,
There's fire where a man will play.
What am I?
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