Up in the air, they fly so fine. When on the ground, they just yell Mine. Mine. Mine

You've made it, the summit, you're at the top. I'm the apex, the peak, so you have to stop. Whether a mountain or career, The only way is down, when you're here.

Chocolate, Purple, November, too Kiss it, Set fire to it, Have you ever seen it? Down in Africa? Who will stop it? Here it comes again.

I start with the simplest verb, Hide a pronoun in my core, My end is lured by flame, But I outgrow them all.

Pressed in red, I prove a king, I bark on ice and guard the shore, Break me and I can't hold a thing, My kiss approves, my lips ignore.