Look up at outside inside Look out inside Look inside outside

I have arms but cannot embrace, I turn in place but leave no trace. I chase no one, yet catch the breeze. I can grind your grain with effortless ease. What am I?

Red as a ruby and capped with green, I’m studded with tiny seeds outside, not within. Heart-shaped and sweet, a summer delight, I make jams and shortcakes a delicious sight.

I'm toasted for breakfast, covered in butter, and somehow leave crumbs everywhere but the plate.

Beneath the roof, above your head, I keep old treasures and things long dead. Boxes and memories tucked away, I hold forgotten things from yesterday.