I fall in silence, cold and bright, then vanish in the sun’s soft light.

A tiny, sweet fruit that gets moldy much too soon. A derisive sound

From awkward youth to elegant sight, I trade dull down for feathers of white. I drift with calm with regal air, but test my patience if you dare

I may be mistaken for a tree, some childrens hated enemy. But healthy is my humble green, so on the plate I should be seen.

A mythical creature that farts rainbows. The most notable one went on a quest to reach Candy Mountain.