I'm green at the start. Halfway through I'm mostly red with dark freckles. By the end, I'm often smiles of green, white, then red.

At night I fill your sleeping head, by day I push your goals ahead.

A Mundane tool that is so common it's silly. But in the right hands it will fly willy-nilly.

The perfect tool to mill grain that only needs a puff of windy chains

They can be Happy They can be birth. They can be dark. They can be cake. They can even be ones that will go down in infamy. But they come one at a time and you never get them back, so don’t waste them.