A place am I where many roam, or some may even call me home. This way is done to herbs and more, preparing both to bake and store. When dropped, things are upon me found, for I am known thus as the:

Standing tall for many years with all me might, and some people say I’m all bark no bite

By night I fly without a sound, by day I’m swung to knock things ’round. In hands I bring both fear and cheer a silent guest, or crowd’s loud cheer. One hides in dark, one shines in play, I bear the same name, yet live a different way.

I have a set of veins, but I do not have a ny blood vessels. I am often seen in Fall-ing portraits.

You might have lived without me had I not given you so much, I hurt you when we touch, you make, and take life with me; I have no shadow, yet I do.