Tripod or quadpod. For toads just a stem. This furniture found often in bars and kitchens.

In the sky, a bridge of hues appears, where sunlight meets soft tears. A gentle arc, a fleeting show, born when rain and sun bestow. At the end all your wishes come true

Red and small I burn if you fan me you see me grow before your eyes. I can be brushed away after the flames glow. I have no flame, but I still carry the burn. What am I?

You see me grow before your eyes. Some get me as a surprise. Many glance at me as they are walking by, my pretty colors, aromas and shapes amazes all. Pick a petal if he loves you not. What am I

A soft touch, bundle of fur, A sensation that most are happy to endure, In pictures old, or a memory's haze, A feeling, in a puzzled gaze, Distant remembrance, Or a triggering resemblance.