Falls from a flower But not a leaf Attractive power But fragile and life can be brief.

Bees, a well known band, and king's wives are all known for this title.

I have a roof to keep you dry and a floor to keep you high, but I have no walls to block the breeze or doors to lock with keys. I sit in the park or a garden fair, inviting you to take the air.

In grassy meadows I hop around, twitching my long ears at any sound. I live in a hole under the ground, under my tail a white patch can be found.

I’m where the blade begins its bite, Where mountains taper into height. I’m also words that quietly slip, A hidden hint upon the lip. What am I?