I am a primary color that reminds you of the sun I am bright, and citrusy

By the sea, I dance the sky's ballet, A feathered thief in muted array. My calls echo where the waves play, Snatching fries by the salty spray.

I stand with a crown, yet unseen in the night, Guarding the fields with a ghostly might. Touch me, I warn, with whispers that sting,

Oh my stars! Tiny traveler in a pod, with dreams of sprouting far and wide. Often found in Granny's stew, warming the soul like a trusted quilt on a chilly night.

Alone can lift objects anywhere from ten to fifty times its own weight! But it survives n thrives as a family, ruled by a Queen, whose impact is the heart of groups health. Ensuring all offspring has a very specific role it was bread for.