From green to gold as days progress, a yellow-curved smile you ingest.

I can smell good, but I cannot smell. People use me to disguise themselves..

I run without legs and pulse without heart, I strike from the sky yet live in each part. I warm up your drink and awaken your bed, I vanish the moment the pathway is dead.

I can create height, but I cannot jump. People use me to bounce.

I am used to catch, but I am not used to release. You can find me in Basements .