A silent opera of the jaw, opening wide like a lazy lion's roar, contagious as a giggle, yet not a sound is heard. An unspoken call to rest, yet the day is just beginning.

Colorful dancers in the sky, tethered by invisible strings, they paint the clouds with whimsy and play with the wind's gentle breath.

I'm actually categorized as a berry, Domesticated from the wild nightshade, kind of scary! My cousins are chili peppers and tomatoes, I'm also related to a regular potato. I'm known best by my purple skin, Learn how to cook me, it'll be a win!

Form of poetry Oftentimes about nature With Japanese roots

Although great under pressure, when in the spotlight is when I shine best. I can be as common as sand or more rare than the truth. But you won't take me home until I pass a test. What am I?