A solution to dark. Can be held with a stick. Used as a weapon, with past pointed tips. An oxygen thief, bellowing signal blips. On the roof, need no water. Death can bring lakes of it.

Gem of the autumn, bright as a November sun, calming amber light.

I complete a martini and produce the best oil.

In the garden, green and sweet, a fragrant leaf you'll meet. With a hint of mint and clove, it’s a chef’s beloved trove.

Upon a tree, high in the sky's dome, A hairy orb makes a tropical home. Thirsty monkeys pry, As it tumbles, oh my! Inside, a drink sweet as honeycomb.