Upon the grave, New life has come, All for the eyes, and some for the tongue, Some are surprise, And all devour sun, Not a baking supply, But sounds just like one.

I hide a needle though I’m made of none, golden and piled beneath the sun.

This bit of earth all life requires, A rock a living beast desires. Alchemy of vegetable performs, The dust of Susanoo's mighty storms.

when I bite its not very pleasant. but when you bite I am usually GREAT! what am I?

I’m loud when you press me, I warn you without words. Cars have me. Some animals do too. What am I?