I arrive in a bottle but vanish in a shower, I fight with dirt but don’t have power. I make your crown feel fresh and light, Then disappear without a fight. What am I?

After it's opened for the first time, what's taken out is rarely put back in. The first four help take steps or climb The last three is something you're supposed to think outside of to win

Sleeping Beauty pricked her finger, now I grow and linger. Upwards the tower I go, blossoming and blooming until a hundred years later, there comes her beau.

A sticky tar sap. Needled skirt up to cap. Boarded in bulk. Shape hung: travels map.

It can fill a play Or an arm protect Do it to catch a fish in a bay Or a shadow project