I tickle faces, though I'm not a feather; I belong to a friend who purrs in all weather.

I’m in the room but nobody sees me. I’m not a ghost, I’m just awkward. What am I?

I hail from an orchid, beautiful day and night, pollinated by hand to create this culinary delight. From ice cream, to baked goods, perfumes, and fresheners I will be sure to add spice to your life.

I dance in the sky, a shimmering curtain. My colors, a spectrum beyond an earthly hue. I am a fleeting spectacle, a breathtaking sight, a celestial burden birthed from the Sun’s light.

Glass can't create me, but stone and steel do, I'm made by the sun, but out of its view, I can be tiny, and also be vast, In the shape of my maker, like a spell I am cast.