To move somewhere especially quick, Or an animal’s foot that is protectively thick.

If you want a flower, I'm not quite there yet But with light, you might get there soon I'm your pal you know

I weave a world where fabric takes flight, With nimble dance and stitches so tight, What am I, crafting beauty with might?

I’m a puddle that peaked in medieval times, I go around houses like property lines. I don’t wave hello, I just sit and float What am I?

Add honey before: I'm green and sweet. Add claw after: I hang above canid feet. When I am on the grass, Rain will not come to pass, On the morn of the day that we meet.