I end each day with a crimson crest, You’ll find me only facing west. A fleeting glow you won’t forget, Who am I, this painted silhouette?

By some definitions, I’m counted alive, since I eat and breathe, multiply and thrive. I’m bright and warm, with a merry sound, yet was never born, the mysteries abound!

Found all over the world, I am linked to the earth. Many people fear me but many people also live on my slopes. Asleep most of the time, words to describe anger are also used to describe my sudden awakening.

I am related to quartz, but I am not used in jewelry. People often start fires with me with me.

I hold water, high up in the sky but when I fall it can hurt or you could even die. I can nourish, but to get me, it's not so easy to try.