I can be grand, I’m usually deep, and usually created over millions of years. However, send a deluge of fast water around a softer ground and I’ve been created in as little as six days. What am I?

A glance, a touch, an instant connection. A flicker, a jolt, an electric projection. Found in first meetings, and flint struck just right. I’m tiny and fleeting, but I summon the light.

a process of determining which star to allow

I look like a tiny forest on a stalk, Hated by kids, praised by doctors. I’m green, I’m humble, I steam or I roast, Loved by none at first bite, yet good for your life

Born of silent skies, No two souls alike I fall, Gone when warmth speaks truth.