From rooftops I begin to grow, as falling drops forget to flow. I lengthen slow in winter’s chill, what am I, sharp and still?

ANSWER pie ANSWER tree Redbulls new flavor ANSWER Sakura ANSWER turnover ANSWER chapstick

Grey giants of the land, they wear ivory crowns and parade with grace, trumpeting tales of ancient wisdom while their enormous shadows dance in the savannah sun.

My cradle is flame, my shroud is ash, yet from my end new wings I flash. No grave can hold me where I lie, what am I that cannot die?

I’m so excited bout this riddle that I’ve soiled myself