In fields where clover bows to breeze, I run a Queendom that answers to no keys. My workers number in the thousands strong, They hum a wordless, tireless song. What am I?

If an animal makes me at the mouth, rabies may come to mind. If a human makes me there, urgent help may not be far behind. Scrub soap to create me, then wash me away. I help carry the dirt at the end of the day.

I am a type of flower and I was used in a story with emerald buildings what am I

I was a cradle for sleeping wings, now I shimmer in the robes of kings.

Tiny floating ball of light Trick tired travelers during night Into the dark woods Be careful or you'll be lost for good