I weigh next to nothing, yet I can brighten a room. I cross the distance between stars, then warm your face through a window.

I'm bendy and yellow, and ever so sweet. Sometimes if you split me, you can make a treat.

I can be putty in your hands, or hard as a rock. I come from the earth and can be green, stone, or even bone.

I build my trap, but never chase, I let my dinner find its place.

I wriggle through a world unseen, where every tunnel keeps things green.