In clusters I gather, a midnight hue, Sweet and tart, a summer's brew. On pancakes I rest, a morning's delight, In pies, I nest, a baker's flight.

Neatly stacked with care and flair, a tower of warmth in the open air. Awaiting flames with patient grace, a cozy hearth's embrace.

And here am-I showing where the wind goes!

I'm the part of the bird that's not in the sky. I can swim in the ocean and yet remain dry. What am I?

Wet and muggy With rare frogs and buggy Land that's both temperate and tropical When it comes to the world's climate, it's topical.