They say I’m shady, that’s not wrong, I’ve held my ground my whole life long. I’ll leave again, but never go, Ask my rings, they’ll let you know.

What goes blonde, to fluffy white, to bald in a season?

I’m a jingly thing that loves the air, I make pretty sounds just hanging there. I don’t walk or run, I don’t even climb, But I dance with the wind and ring out in time. What am I?

An earthborn star on the warmest of nights flickers, joining the nebulous spiral of their beloved brethren.

I lie within a flower’s core, a drop of sweet that bees adore. They gather me from bloom to bloom, and turn me into honey soon.