I am filled with inhabitants, though man is but a visitor. tourists killing me is common, but many find it sinister. In life my color is bright, but in death I am white

Here’s a tricky one with flow - Some of me are planted, while others of me glow. One of me illuminates a room, the other of me grow; One may break or shatter, the other is organic matter But either way, please try not to step on me with your toe.

I can swim in summer’s golden breeze, but I cannot live in winter’s freeze. People often spot me in June, where waters shimmer and rushes loom. .

Filled with meat that people eat Is it a soup? No one can say Fall from high, you may not die In it, many crafts lost their way

I remind you of a tool to cut wood, or the sound of a bug, but I do not remind you of dancing, perhaps cutting a rug. People associate me with very small creatures you don’t wish to hug. .