I hail from an orchid, beautiful day and night, pollinated by hand to create this culinary delight. From ice cream, to baked goods, perfumes, and fresheners I will be sure to add spice to your life.

I challenged a goddess renown for her skill, in a contest of craft and lofty thrill. My threads, though exquisite, brought about my fall. My hubris now a silken thread, left me walking on several legs instead.

Sometimes narrow, sometimes wide, wind or rain, I stay outside. Even if there’s heat or snow, from house to house I will still go. What am I?

I dance in the sky, a shimmering curtain. My colors, a spectrum beyond an earthly hue. I am a fleeting spectacle, a breathtaking sight, a celestial burden birthed from the Sun’s light.

Eos with her celestial torch scorches the heavens with its flame. A spectacle of vibrant hues containing marks of crimson and gold heralding a new beginning, but I am a fleeting masterpiece eventually devoured by the light.