Capsules of time, I have helped safely stow. I make space with my head for new flowers to grow. I can hide or uncover what lies down below. The more you heave-ho, the deeper I go.

Winter’s chill brings this coat to foxes, the moon casts this shiny ray. Jewelry kept in jewelry boxes, the foil to the golden day.

I splash and play where cold seas lie, or close a letter with a waxen tie. I certify or fasten with grace, and sometimes show my flippered face.

I can be both sweet and sour, I make certain people cower. I am quite famous in stories and tales. My seed, when potent, can turn people pale.

I hold your gold, and lend you some, and line the river where waters run. You may lean on me or build upon my side, What am I, with meanings far and wide?