Hidden in fruit, pod, and tree The weary find strength when they ingest me Black, Brown, Green or via flying Red longhorn I shall give you all the fire that you so mourn

I do not lie, nor do I stink! But my name implies such unfortunate link. In fact I cleanse the roots on a dome. If you knead me well, I may just foam.

I have a face, but I do not have a nose. I am known for my riddles.

I exist in prominence above the viewpoint of your world, but you will never look up to bear witness to me. With the power of strong emotions, my flat plains gain valleys and ridges.

I resemble a bottle cap, but I do not cover a bottle. You can make eyes with me.