I rise without legs and fall without a sound. I rule the day but disappear by night. I make you squint, sweat, and occasionally burn, yet without me, nothing would grow.

I start as earth beneath your feet, but mold me once, and a new forms you’ll meet.

Beneath the earth I grow, a humble brown knight. Though my visage is plain, I transform into golden delights or a comforting mash. From famine's grip, I once saved a nation.

I lie where life should perish fast, Yet in my bounds, green shadows last. A mirror born of desert’s sigh, Where weary feet and camels lie. What am I?

Though she may be the lone stand on the beach Her stock is always at an arms reach If she ever needs some more She may always check the seashore