Born from fire a million miles away, I travel fast to end your gray, I kiss your skin but leave no mark, I die each night when comes the dark.

I am the beach, but not the sea. I am a castle, but not a king.

I can be crushed into dust or worn in a crown, I can be smoked in the alley by a crackhead downtown. I am older than trees, though I don't have a tongue, And I roll with the music when anthems are sung. A single thin sheet can defeat all my might, But I’ll shatter steel blades if they challenge a fight. What am I ?

Snap snap what's that sound? Crunch crunch broken rodent's crown.

I roll balls of dirt and call them treasure. What am I?