I am small, magical, and rarely as innocent as I look.

I’m cut off from the world by waters so wide, with nowhere to travel but out with the tide.

You can plant me in spring And see the beauty I bring I can show up for ideas so bright It lights the dead of night I can be single, or perhaps on a string In wintertime with carolling What am I? You ask Flip the switch and reveal behind the mask.

I have two round windows, Though I'm not a house. I can make an elephant Look smaller than a mouse.

I hide within the food you eat, I give your body strength and heat. Burn me up, and I am gone, Count me daily from dusk till dawn. Too many stored, too few can tire, I’m energy measured, not desire. What am I?