From my head to my mouth I run through my bed; I carve riches from earth, and carry life to the dead.

I am fleeting in sight and live only seconds; small, but with potential that is dangerously large. I am but a blip of light, waiting for my chance to grow and consume until nothing but ash remains. Keep me away from dried brush and bark.

I have a job in the field, but I do not have the legs to do so. I am known for keeping away those who steal.

A flower in garden, A symbol for love. Scarlet in color Raining from above.

I come from one in flight, you may rest on me at night I'm a mood and a grade, and full payment delayed What am I?