I am named for a fruit but am not found on vines. A blend of five bark-born and seed-shattered minds. I capture the autumn though I am not a tree, and millions will queue for a latte of me.

A fairytale has been told about me, Like the ugly duckling, but with my skin all bumpy and green, I hop and hop and hope you grant my wish, For all I need is true loves kiss, If you reject my advances, I will just gloat, For I am not a little ...?

Of all the stars in the sky These are the ones named For heroes, animals or objects. Sprinkle in a little zodiac Connect the dots artwork.

I wear away the hardest stone, yet rest within the dew. I give the world the life it needs, and sometimes take it too.

A golden face turned to the sky, I watch the summer days drift by.