You spit me out with your breath You burn me , adorn me , and make sheets of me Civilizations depend on me , for I am in all things living These are my many forms What is my true identity?

I can be Red, Yellow or White, To tell you the truth I'm just the colour of light. I remember your youth And I'll see your last days, Unless in eight minutes You'll no longer gaze.

Plucked out of birds, I am now dipped in ink and used to write

Oh my goodness, in the garden's gentle embrace, a soft, silent sponge spreads snugly, sipping sunshine, sharing secrets softly with stones. It's nature's green carpet, oh how it clings to time!

Tiny framents of a rock You'll find me in every sock A beach to clean from out your eye In my cousin, you will die Cake by the ocean is a treat But to girls, I'll give cold feet