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.

Am I a twig or a leaf? No, that's only what I want you to believe. Am I talking to a deity? No, that's only imagery. In my vicinity, you'd better run, or in my claws you'll be gone.

Soft upon the morning dew, my colors bright, my form askew. I dance where fragrance fills the air, a gentle touch beyond compare.

I have a skin but no bones, I have a heart but no blood. I am born in a cluster, but I can die alone in the sun to become something else. I am the blood of kings. Yet if you step on me, I do not cry, only let out a little wine.