You can wear me or hear me. Sometimes even eat me. I'm a collar for your finger or maybe a set of eyes for your front door.

I appear in a face, but I am not a universal feature. You might see me in summer.

I'm a treasure that grows with use, but many take me for granted, what am i

I am born of coldness, die into frost, yet in the middle, heat and life resides. I am counted, divided, yet whole, And return again, eternal as tides

I move so fast and can’t wait for you. Still, you can see me near and far