it keeps you alive, yet you only see it in the dead of winter

I'm not a fancy noble, nor can I bite and roar; Some people find me pretty, but by others, I'm abhorred. You may see me in your neighbor's yard, but hopefully not in yours.

Hidden in fruit, pod, and tree The weary find strength when they ingest me Black, Brown, Green or via flying Red longhorn I shall give you all the fire that you so mourn

No matter how fast or far you run, you will never reach me, yet I will never move.

I move without feet, yet I carry you far, I’m measured in moments, not bound to a star. I heal every wound, I erode every wall, I am the river that none can rewind