Born in shadow, I appear. Once, I brought fear. Now I’m revered by all, but put your glasses on so your eyes don’t take the fall.

I end in table but don't have legs, I am a physical object that can be eaten, what am I?

I speak without a mouth and hear without ears, I have no body, but can be felt through the years. I speak at the mouth caverns so deep, but only silence can make me sleep.

I am easy to lift. Try to throw me far, and you will have a fit. With others like me, I help in flight. By myself I don't have much might.

I strut with pride on autumn's feast, though I'm no bird to keep as a pet, yet I grace your plate with a festive treat.