My first three can hold a lot of water. But drop me into water, and I explode. What am I?

a lightning strike where oceans end if you need it, sight i’ll lend delicate though beware my bite made of grains, stone, ash, and si inky black or crystal clear in certain lights, specters appear

I sound like I smell worse, than that rose or daisy word. Don't fall into my trap, It's literally for the birds

I start as a whisper on a sleeping tree, I drink the sun and breathe the breeze. I fall without a sound each year, Yet I feed the world when I am here.

son of the morning, evenings first star being of beauty, only from afar sweltering suffocation, your gift for daring too close the wise will learn from your lesson, lest we all roast