A crown of bone that falls to the floor, to branch and grow just like a tree once more. I am cast aside when the cold winds blow.

I'd like to make myself believe That planet earth moves slowly And that ten million of me Lit up the world as I fell asleep I bring wonder to kids' faces In dark wide open spaces Using their rear not their middle Shiny if you get this riddle

Slime coated, I can leave electric wake. Nature's mistake, not a snake for Pete's sake!

What redundancy? My name? Sure, they’re technically the same. First: Green, purple, red or white. Last: Cornucopias looming fame Together I’m still my last name though, and my first is also. If you dried me out like my first, the raise in would be colossal.

Not present, nor one who repents. I coil my words with dark accents, Can you guess my intents?