You dip, you lift, then lines appear, while I sit silent, ever near. I hold the dark your thoughts compel, a quiet pool where letters dwell.

Surely you know me, I strike one through twelve twice a day. Only if you're on me, will you receive your pay.

I am a colorful crowd in a single bowl, Many different parts make up my whole. I might be dressed in juice or honey, Buying me pre-cut costs extra money.

Up and up I go Going so high One by one I climb Straight up to the sky What am I?

It makes me green, looking at my neighbors or my best friend with this emotion