I let you see, with no sight, the coast loves me, what a delight. Ships love to cross my way, the main objective is to get you on your way.

I am the winter's glass, slick underfoot and fragile to the touch, yet I cradle the world's chill within my frozen clutch.

First three are all different, yet spell a single letter not found within, one people long for. The last four have webbed feet and long wings, a bird notorious for stealing food by water. Combined, I am a bird that fishes; I fly by or stand and wait patiently.

I wake when clouds go poof, a stripe parade in the sky, Splashing colors for the brave who dare to look up high. I’m faster than a cereal chase, brighter than a hero’s hair, A skybound candy ribbon twisting through the air. Catch me quick, or I’ll be gone, leaving wonder in my trail. What am I, giggling in sunlight, too wild to ever fail?

I hang from a branch, dressed in red or green. Doctors step back when I am seen. Crunch me once, and you will know. What am I that trees bestow?