I wear a thousand colors’ guise, a gemstone of firelight before your eyes. No flame am I, yet fire I keep, In autumn’s grasp, my secrets sleep.

I have four sisters named Quart, but I am much larger than them all. I contain eight brothers named Pint, yet I fit inside a single plastic jug. I am the weight of eight pounds of water, but I am defined by the space I fill, not the weight I carry. What am I?

Rides for free and goes flat. Can ride multiple people and can get you anywhere

I’m small and red with seeds outside, Sweet to taste and loved worldwide. In cakes and jams I often stay What am I, can you say?

When I get scared, shake is what I do, particularly, in this type shoe.