An unseen force, both still and slight, I draw some near without a fight. Yet matching poles refuse embrace, and push each other from their place.

I can live and die in a flash, but once I'm gone leave only ash.

My neighbor lives in a pineapple, but I just sprawl on the sandy floor I wear my heart on all my sleeves, five of them, in fact. I cling to rocks beneath the waves, without a single care. What am I?

In the openness of this space I was called ever expansive and wide

Though flowers fade and seasons turn, their fragrant memory I preserve. In a crystal prison I remain, until a spray sets me free again.