I am very rarely found in nature, but I can be quite pretty. I can be unappetizing, but also be a sweet treat. Look to the sky, you will see me, when you are down, you will be me.

I only appear when light is near, in darkness I will hide. When the sun shifts across the sky, I grow or shrink in size.

A maze of stone with silence profound, many enter then turn around. Walls of rock both damp and cold, I harbor secrets to be untold. A silent mouth which does not speak, any who enter mustn't be weak.

I shine at night but have no flame, A borrowed glow, yet not the same. I dance on lakes, make shadows tall, Yet fade away when daylight calls.

- A jagged rocky ridge underwater that requires conservation. - Plus the common liquid form of what we call precipitation. Put them together, say them out loud. Then STOP YOURSELF there, for the answer you have found.