I’m born in the depths where no light ever gleams, Then rise to escape in a sigh or a scream. Some blame me, some claim me, some flee my offence I slip past your guard with a puff of suspense

I sparkle bright in gold or blue, a precious gem, but not brand new. Found in rings and royal flair, What stone am I, with regal air?

Spin me around and watch me glide, On a peak where dreams reside. A small word, but it stands tall, Often the target of ambition's call.

I’m crucial for life but too much can cause it’s end. A common mineral found in homes and exists where the waves bend.

I'm best pals with salt, If you sneeze, it's probably my fault. I can also be green, yellow or red. Or so spicy your taste buds will be dead. What am I?