The stars shine far above me, yet I glow beneath their sky. I blink among the summer grass, then flicker as I fly.

I am gathered by hand from a purple flower's core, Weight for weight, I am worth far more than gold in a store. Though I am thread-thin and deep crimson to the eye, I turn rice and broths as golden as the midday sky.

I give light and heat. I dance on a candle or burning wood, but water makes me disappear. What am I?

I grow in bunches on a vine, Most are sweet and taste just fine, Crush me down and let me ferment, And soon I'm part of something elegant, When news travels far from ear to ear, You might say you heard it through somewhere near, I'm a small ball, coloured purple, green or red, Don't drink too much or I'll go to your head.

Last four seal a vow Together, cats chase it, meow Makes a cello sing And holds together a broken thing