Picture this: what's the best way to capture a moment of time?

I start unseen in depths so far, yet end up shining like a star. Cut with care, I catch the light, what am I so hard and bright?

Every child's first bouncy platform, And a gateway for active imaginations. This pad that people have relied on for an age, Stuffed with down, hair, straw, cotton, foam, or rubber, The ideal companion for a night's sleep

I grow without a root or seed, from dripping water slowed by freeze. I hang like glass from roof or stone, what am I, winter grown?

I am a tube that can see, but I have no eyes of my own. I can look above the water while staying below. What am I?