Glistening globes, like glittering glass on the breath of the wind flit around. A moment goes by, they silently shatter and leave not a thing to be found.

I reach for the sun and the ground. I'm often found in a group and beloved by mushrooms to humans

I crown beasts or blare on the streets. I herald the start of battle, or lament its defeats. One word, many shapes are worn, speak it now, for I am a ?

I am a crowned lord above all, Tennyson saw me clasp and fall. Search within: my shrieked plea gleams. Black, gold, or sea as sorting deems.

I spend my years in the dirt, I crawl to the surface in a big burst, I live a short life but when I’m alive I make thunderous sound