I grow under the ground, contrary to what my name would suggest. I also don't contain a green round seed, my name is doubly misleading like that. I can kill the unlucky with just one tiny bite, still I am eaten world wide.

Gentle breeze alights, nature's painted whispers fly, change on silken wings.

I am everything, Basically everything what you see, hear, touch, I'm the reason that everything has gone this way, I'm not a human, but I'm the assistant, I help them build this, Not by touch, but by storing in their aviary

I am always invited to feasts, but I never eat. Although I never celebrate, I am the first to suffer the excesses. I arrive looking good, but am often discarded without a second thought. I handle your messes and am ruined so you don’t have to be.

I'm used to indicate scale, an international method of measurement. But only if you want to be funny or follow the Dull Men's Club regiment.