Admired for my bright green skin Children seek red flesh within Tearing, drinking, without shame Juices for which I am named

I exist as a collection of life, but I am not in need of a care taker, if done right.. You might find me in an area of your home that needs spruced up..

I march without legs and split crowds without lines. I crown no one, yet hearts obey me. I hide in sands and in drums, in code and in headaches, in the pull of the moon and the turning of days.What am I?

I'm not a ghost, but I'm all white. I'm not a cloud, but I take flight. I rush with force to bury and blind, Unforeseen, brutal and unkind.

I am related to the champignon of poor spore-ts, but I am toadstooly a fun-guy! Amanita take a break from all of these riddles and go hunting for some Chicken of the Woods to boost my morel.