Golden nectar flows, Sweet gift from buzzing dancers, Nature's liquid gold.

This is born when water meets sand. Pigs, kids and dogs think it's grand. But adults don't like it one bit. Except in spas, where they rub you with it.

Born in flame, yet not destroyed, From ash and ember I’m redeployed. Time may fell me, age may press, But death itself I simply reset. What am I?

Dark serpents beneath the ground, weaving silently, unseen. Pathways for chariots of thunder and whispering winds.

I am alive, and not alive. Sometimes described; As the edge of life. I dont eat, I don't need food. I replicate to reproduce. Inside a cell is my favourite of places That's stable, regulated Homeostasis.