I arrive with a twin but rarely stay together. My color warns, my taste forgives. Break me open and I betray my softness with a stone that refuses your teeth. Birds steal me first, humans argue whether I belong on stems or in jars. What am I?

Bright in colour, loud in song Am I an island, or foreboder of deep down danger?

A moment so fine, frozen in time Captured through glass, you'll never forget. A contraption designed to aid the human mind In remembrance of things once met. The trees, the bees, the flowers and seas Preserved for all, for ages yet.

In nature's dance, I twist and twirl, a fervent spiral in a fluid world. I draw all near with my whirling art, a dizzying embrace, a spinning heart.

The wind plays me with invisible hands, I sing in sunlight and quiet lands. No lungs, no lips, yet sound is mine, a gentle voice that tells of time.