You may see me in geometry, Or attached to ice cream. Im used to show an affected area, In games made of dreams. Sometimes filled with snow, sometimes empty on the road, im not hard to find, I am a...

Im soft and bendy, And become coarse with age. You wont need me if windy, Only if it rains. Im dry unless you use me, And then Im only damp Reuse me if need be, But then wash me champ!

Before the fridge, I kept things cold Very low tech, an appliance of old. Homes delivered frozen blocks, I'm an antique now, still called a blank.

I travel in circles but never move far, I mark who you are, yet I’m not a scar. I can call without speaking, bind without rope, A small shining loop, or a sound filled with hope. What am I?

High above, a pane so clear, Welcomes sun and stars near. A ceiling's window, bright delight, In the roof, it sheds some light.