On snowy trails it glides with glee, where winter's breath does cradle thee.

I rule the heights with sharpened sight, seeing small things from my soaring flight. With hooked beak, talons strong and sure, a hunter born to sky’s allure.

I'm a place where stones are broken, yet I'm never truly shattered. Though I'm dug out, I'm often a source of what's gathered. What am I?

You can put me before fish, boots and light. I will always shine by night

I’m a party in a bowl, With many colors on a roll. Bananas, berries, grapes unite, A juicy, chilly, sweet delight.