Lo! Breath of zephyr in thine humble hand, thou art the gentle breeze on demand. In summer's heat, dost thou command, to cool the brow in sweltering land.

I bloom in red, my seeds crown bread, yet from my sap come dreams instead.

I'm perfect and I'm black as night, They throw me but I'm always heard. I set a tent, I set a price, I'm just a five-letter word. From field to tone, from dark to deal, One word, five worlds, what's the steal?

I'm the connection between presidents of the United States, a famous princess, and anybody who is a nice person.

You use me to keep track, but not of the hours. I help you remember birthdays, appointments and baby showers.