I lay dormant waiting for a prize i don’t deserve. Some keep me as company some dont. I like to whisper to those that understand me. What am I?

No legs have I to dance, No lungs have I to breathe. No life have I to live or die, And yet I do all three. What am I?

I fall from clouds but I’m not rain. Every piece of me looks unique and the same. Cold and soft, I cover the ground, In wintertime, I’m all around.

I sit close with many of my siblings Plucked when ripe from hanging gatherings Pressed and left to slowly age Then poured into your glass to raise

I walk sideways in a suit of red, With giant hands held out ahead. I live where salty waters churn, Drop me in butter and heads will turn.