I paint the fields in scarlet hue, my seeds top bread and bagels too. Yet from my sap strange dreams may creep, what flower gently lulls to sleep?

Raising a child takes me, or so they say. That sounds about right, because it's a 'G I V E A L L' job.

Invisible rain from your skin, a natural shower when heat's your kin; the gym's symphony when effort's in play, or when nerves dance in a stressful ballet.

A rattle snake won’t do this, but bushes will. If a western movie was filmed in all red and called le. This word might also work.

Known on the block, I’m undressed when I am single. A wiz, known for a craft. A wheel or grilled, I melt to mingle.