I start out green and hide in plain sight, but blush in the sun when the moment is right. I’m called a veggie in everyday chatter, yet I’m a fruit - but does it matter? Slice me or squish me, I brighten your plate, what am I, ripening whilst you wait?

From fancy ships, to rough days in a truck, keeping one of these avoids a clusterproblem! In the wilderness, a cabin keeps many of these, but also flashes with fire in a thing with tubes.

I grow by stealing moments drop by drop, A thief of warmth who hangs with pointed pride. I vanish quick when brighter seasons stop-- What fleeting shape am I, in cold supplied?

I come out in the dark, Sometimes you can find me in a sonata. Shower in me or dance in me, Just make sure Taylor Lautner is not nearby.

Striking monochrome; Agate dressed in deepest black Veins whisper lace white