Some insects and larvae create me for their humble homes, Humans cultivate me for textiles shiny, smooth, and luxurious

I have many uses in many places In various lengths and various sizes You can find me in the farm or find me in the kitchen You can find me in a metaphor or find me with musicians What am I?

I’m a tool, a toy, a mechanical device. I’m sometimes used only once or twice. My uses are plenty, many and more. I collect them and show them, I’m told I’m a bore. Remembering their names is quite the chore.

The peak of a mountain, the hight of a wave, top of of a rooster's head. I am used as an ornament, to adorn a soldier's helmet, often colored in red.

A gentle breeze is what I make, but handle with care or else I break. Paper thin for light weight, but the I stave off heat for a cooler fate. What am I?