My daughter’s favorite riddle is this: What looks like a celestial body without being said celestial body?

I was black and dirty, now I’m white and clean Crushed for years till I could gleam Kings wear me, thieves steal me Cut into pieces, yet I’m still me What am I?

I have a heart of rings, but no pulse inside, I wear green in the spring, but in winter I hide. I reach out like an arm, though I have no hand, And I catch out to shade all the life on the land.

Some of my kind are born in darkness, yet spend their lives aglow. Others find their fame on screens, while fans watch them steal the show.

Partner of crackle and pop Also a farmer's green pea crop Or happens when fingers meet Or to a twig under feet