Loud or soft with distance between Or is stolen for some kind of scheme With flashing lights or some kind of praise While the world looks on with an uncomfy gaze Whether it's for all to see or taken from you This thing really has quite the boom.

I’m long, green, and coiled up tight, I love to drink water and spit with my might. I slither around without any feet, Helping the plants survive summer's heat.

What comes from a cow who has been pampered beyond belief.

From roof and branch I often grow, not from seed nor root below. Though hard as stone to sight and touch, a little warmth becomes too much.

I never fall, yet I cover the ground. I vanish when The sun is around. What am I?