From crashing seas or garden hose, from perfume mist upon your clothes. I scatter drops that drift away, what am I that floats this way?

From rooftops I begin to grow, as falling drops forget to flow. I lengthen slow in winter’s chill, what am I, sharp and still?

You can find a tempest in it Or pekoe Or oolong Or rooibos Steep and serve

ANSWER pie ANSWER tree Redbulls new flavor ANSWER Sakura ANSWER turnover ANSWER chapstick

Like Granny's knit of sugar and cream, Top it with cold, a child's sweet dream. In summer's heat, it's quite the treat, A pointed hat for your dessert's seat.