I grow in damp forests and shady places, popping up from the ground after rain. I have a cap on top and a stem below, and I come in many colors and shapes. Some of me are safe to eat while others are poisonous. What am I?

I am born from silence, yet I whisper in flame. No body I carry, yet many know my name. I drift through deserts where moonlit winds spin, Neither demon nor angel

We start with a word, I'm what the winds do. Add a letter, and I'm beneath you. Add another, and hear me roar. Swap my second letter, and I'm smoking for sure!

I am the friend stuck in your side, In your eye... I am the reason why the lion cried. I am thy crown of the divine.

Head in the cloud Wide at the bottom Climb and you're proud Use a Sherpa, if you've got em