Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters.

My whole point is the point. Let’s not get tangled up in the semantics of my name. A rose is a rose by any other and by a rose I remain.

I am home to the harvest, the great golden boon. Or to nuclear missiles and millions doom. What am I?

Despite my name, I can't help you drink your lemonade, but you can simmer me with a little sugar and stir me into it. My cousins Rose and Peach and I are all members of the Rosaceae family.

Inside a shell I quietly grow, smooth and shiny, see me glow. I love the sea but shine on land too, who am I? A treasure for you!