I work for bees, I work for you. So many forms: I held your light, imprinted symphonies. Now in Brazil, I keep you smooth, your companionship warm.

I am small but mighty, harboring life within, waiting for the right moment to sprout and begin. Birds and animals eat me alive, but I am no one's pray. Instead, I give them shelter, one day.

I am a perfect arrangement of tiny things. I power your clocks, and bedazzle your rings. Stare into me as a ball, and see your fate. Pull me from the ground, sell me, and hunger will sate.

I have a mouth but never talk And I can run but never walk What am I?

I get you down, but without me there is no up. I'm a heavy topic.