In the dark, I'm most alive, Twinkling lights, I'm passing by, A reflection shows my gentle face, A world of dreams, in a secret place.

Falling sweet, or falling hard, I'm a hint, of what's to be spared, From heights great, to a single tear, My impact's felt, though I'm just one, clear.

First three is a tiny insect All six letters are on top of a buck Counted as points, and double checked It could end up on your wall, if you have any luck.

I am born in a field, but cooked in a pot, I'm best served warm, though sometimes not. I can be savory or sweetened with brown, I'm a hearty breakfast in many a town. What Am I?

Of the many plants, I'm in the clade of Roses, and share a family with Lemons. My Latin name shares the first of a headmaster in a school of magic. Light a flame under me and I will ignite. Yet those will know I used to be sold in the depot of homes.