I go before trap, storm, and paper, but after quick and pound. I’m where heads are buried, and lines are drawn.

I can swim and I can also move on land, but not very well. I can be approval or a method to show safe containment. I am often paired with a variety of blue.

I move the stars, I bring the dawn, I cannot be moved with brawn, I can be kept, but always fleeting When im gone, finaly sleeping.

From a bulb I grow in spring, and the pupil’s neighbor, shaped like a ring. What am I?

They say I drink milk, while really I don't. I stare outside like a statue, watching every move. I go to sleep but wake up at noon. I eat a fresh bowl of food, and I snooze.