I’m found in forests, soft and still, In eyes that warm but also chill. I’m nut and name and shade of light, Between the green and brown just right. I’m wood, I’m color, I’m something you see - Say what I am, what could I be?

Tear me off and scratch my head, what once was red is black instead

Not a letter, but you can use it to spell HORSE. Not a gun or a camera, but you can shoot it. Despite its name, Longaberger had nothing to do with it.

I can become bread or liquor. If you go against me, you’re doing something unconventional.

A Greek nymph, cursed by Hera, loved the greatest narcissist of the era. Her love was unrequited, struck with grief she withered. Her voice remained, for all to hear her.