Though I am formed deep within the terra, I somehow capture an iridescent glimmer. Only once I reach the light of sun, can you see that opaque shimmer.

I’m pretty to look at but painful to hold, On a particular day my red version is sold, I do well on my own as well as bunched together, I’m given with feeling but don’t last forever.

I’m a natural ridge below the surface of the water. Change my last letter to L and you can use me to catch fish. Change my first letter to B and I’m slang for a grudge.

I make what I'm attached to look similar to fish with a lure. Rising from water to see some boats or shores. I'm not alive, I'm a part of something that's under. To some who can see me I am not a lake monster!

Fields of gold await, Nature's bounty now gathered, Cornucopia.