I flutter and twirl when the breezes play, I dress up in green, then gold one day. I wave from the branch, not making a sound, then dance before softly landing on the ground.

A ride on the p, I'm a sin. A roaring king's harem and kin. If you win a race, I finish on your face. Modest nuns simply won't let me in.

I can be a flowering thing, growing bright and gay. Im rare to find and royal, and I come out brightest in the day. I can be carried by rays of sun, or spread in pastel art. In addition Im a woman’s name, and of gardens I can be a part.

From cursed seed I swiftly rise, a spiral path to stolen skies. I pierce the clouds with greedy grace, To reach a giant’s hidden place. What am I, whose sudden bloom, led a boy to gold, and wealthy boon?

If you anger me, I can level a city. I’ll show who you are during tranquility. I am every part of you and others too. When I touch your lips, I give life to you.