As a part of airplanes, you'd want to maintain my pressure. On a ship I may be a place of leisure. In a scary movie I might be a place to catch a stab in, go with the rhyme, I am a ....

I'm light or heavy. Hot or cold. Sweet or sour. Sip me up, whip me up, add me to your pick me up.

I stand tall in golden fields, my kernels whisper secrets of harvest meals.

In summer's heat, I'm a welcome sight, Melting quickly with all of my might. I come in flavors, a colorful array, A cool and refreshing way to play.

Pursued by a wolf, I leave at the chime. A ball or a sickle, never at the same time. On a journey through my realm, voyagers did embark. My light is not my own, behind me trails the dark.