During winter, we die and our corpses litter the earth. Please don't cry though, in a few months we have a rebirth!

Slow and steady wins the race Just look at my casual pace Long ago Aesop told this tale Stay consistent you won't fail

Before I am served, I’m dull as the day, After I’m boiled, I’m sunset in gray. My shape tells a story, a curve like a clue, What am I becoming when cooked just right?

Tiny lantern in the summer night, flickering bright yet without flame, a gentle dance in twilight's frame.

My mother’s sister is an insect. She has a slender waist.