I’m the fragile cradle of life, smooth and round. My golden heart is often sought, in kitchens where I'm scrambled, poached, or boiled.

A measuring cup, piano, and most fish have this in common.

When dawn dost kiss the weary earth, O fair maiden's tear dost greet. A gentle jewel upon the grass, in morn's embrace, a secret sweet.

I’m Landlocked and fill a basin A popular spot for summer vacation. Five of me are labeled Great and Located through Eight united States

With one end anchored fast in place, and one that's free to aim I transport vital substance with the goal to grow or tame A hobbyist will use me as they toil in the soil Professionals employ me to destroy that which destroys