I never ripen to be sweet, Yet every chef wants me to meet. My jacket's yellow, thick and bright. My punch will make your eyes shut tight. What am I ?

This is the present, what is happening today. It's the movement of water and air on their way. It powers your stereo so I hope you love to rock, Alternated or directly giving your speakers a shock!

I live in freezing colds, or on a sunny beach, My child is at my feet, so predators can't reach. With a white body and clothes that are black, We walk in a row to keep each other on track.

It's a sweet substance, but here's the thing: For one to enjoy it, one must brave the sting.

I’m a dancer with no feet, a giant spinning in the sky. I twist and turn across the earth, then vanish as I fly.