I witnessed dinosaurs come and go, I was liquid before I was solid, Mountains are just piles of me, Yet I fit in your palm so small. What am I?

I go forth with a wiggle, a wobble, and sway, not the fastest of walkers, but I’ll get there someday.

I grow on trees but I am not fruit.I have veins but no blood.I can fall without getting hurt. What am I?

I wear a crown, but I’m not always royalty. On a chessboard, I’m the strongest of my kind. In a deck of cards, I stand beside the king. Bees have one of me, ruling the hive. In a kingdom, I’m a woman of power. Who am I?

A pale blue hue, cast over the night. Depending on the calendar I might be bright.