This or the stick, I prefer neither, win me with kindness, and I’m yours forever. They say I’m good for sight, it’s true, but too much of me turns your skin my hue.

You use your hand to whack me off, the bigger I am, the louder I make people scream. What am I?

The sky's daily finale, painting horizons with fire and whispers of night, a farewell to the day, where shadows stretch and colors bleed.

When hue fades from blue, A titan’s painted fall ensues. A golden, westward view. Beautiful and faithful too.

What do Snoopy, elephants, and Jimmy Carter all enjoy?