Born of ruin, I climb unseen, a shadow of fire that’s never clean. No feet to walk, no breath to choke, yet I can kill, for I am ....

Remove my first letter, and I'll fuel the flame, Remove my next, she's not my blood but kin in name. Remove my third, I shine on high, Whole, I’m the ground where roots may lie.

Only one color, but not one size, stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies, present in sun, but not in rain, doing no harm, and feeling no pain.

if you have a windless august, what precious thing are you left with?

I fall with no wound, yet I bury the land, A fleeting dominion of bone-white command. I silence the forest, I soften the stone, But fade into nothing when warmth claims its throne. What am I?