A rattle snake won’t do this, but bushes will. If a western movie was filmed in all red and called le. This word might also work.

In the forest, I sing a tune, like a whispering breeze in June. My teeth bite, but cause no harm, crafting wood with rustic charm.

I hold the clouds at your feet, but fade away in summer heat. Kick me once and I’m undone, a fleeting mirror under the sun

From gentle kiss to strength that kills My absence, all is deathly still

It's been around for millions of years, but it's no more than a month old. What is it?