I can come from plants and be called green or stay in parts small and barely seen. I can travel miles and bring millions of smiles, or locked in place, kept for long whiles. My potential is everywhere, even in you, a bit of me spent with all you do.

I’m something that would bother you when encountered in a computer program, and you would not want to feel me crawling on your skin. What am I?

I stand tall in golden fields, my kernels whisper secrets of harvest meals.

I go through windows without breaking them. I am a natural and unnatural source of illumination. I can be measured in speed and am very much a useful need that helps you see.

I resemble a symbol of good luck, but I do not claim to grant wishes. You can pick me and save me between pressed paper with me.