Cigarette dropping, Razed remain, Nest of a phoenix, Samara buried became.

A river flows from a sea of minds, Its banks awash with gems to find, Greedily, we come to drink, To take a break, and stop and think...

Colors and dyes can rhyme with me, Subtle suggestions, you get one free. Just a whisper, barely there, may help save you, from despair...

The sky and sea hold perfect rhymes, For trace to find at scenes of crimes. Get one quick, before you guess, Enough will make suspects confess...

I have a handle and a lot of holes. I'm sharp, but can't slice bread. Rub the right way to meet your goals And you'll get a fine Shred What am I?