Butterflies lift me through the sky, Books can help me soar twice as high. Friends and wonders fill each page. What colorful journey could I be?

I am born from the cold sky, But I only take shape in your hands. The more you roll me, the bigger I grow, But bring me inside, and I vanish into water.

I am named for a fruit but am not found on vines. A blend of five bark-born and seed-shattered minds. I capture the autumn though I am not a tree, and millions will queue for a latte of me.

A fairytale has been told about me, Like the ugly duckling, but with my skin all bumpy and green, I hop and hop and hope you grant my wish, For all I need is true loves kiss, If you reject my advances, I will just gloat, For I am not a little ...?

Of all the stars in the sky These are the ones named For heroes, animals or objects. Sprinkle in a little zodiac Connect the dots artwork.