I’m pretty to look at but painful to hold, On a particular day my red version is sold, I do well on my own as well as bunched together, I’m given with feeling but don’t last forever.

I am a liquid but can also be a letter, You can have me when ill to make you feel better, You can order me to go but I’m also at home, To cool me down just give me a blow.

Reaching for the heavens, a needle in the skyline, a steeple without the sermon, where winds whisper secrets to the sky.

I make what I'm attached to look similar to fish with a lure. Rising from water to see some boats or shores. I'm not alive, I'm a part of something that's under. To some who can see me I am not a lake monster!

I grow without life, age without thought, and vanish without pain. I am strongest in crowds, weakest alone. Fire shortens me, steel persuades me, time betrays me. I am kept to remember and removed to forget. What am I?