I’m found upon the ground below, where messy footsteps often go. A common stain that helps things grow.

You find me on the beach while trying to beat the heat. I'm beneath your feet and between your toes and I end up in places you do not want me to go. The kids use me to build castles during play and others use me to watch the hour fall away.

I end the day in painted light, then fade away to welcome night.

If you're the type of person that adopts a literal mood You might expect to find me on a column serving food I may appear quite soft but I can leave you feeling numbly My major claim to fame is being known for being hungry

I stretch across the water to connect points A and B And now you're thinking bridge, but mortal hands did not make me And though it's not the season, I will wish you Merry Christmas Because it is the only thing, I think, that rhymes with...