I fall onto the ground, my body bearing juices. You touch me and all you feel is softness. I am a part of christmas, for you hear me in a song. I am good for bones, so eat me as you wish.

My rings could tell you a story about me, but in order to see them completely, you'd have to destroy me. What am I?

Some happy cats? A field of weeds, drats. The color of sunshine And power to make it mine

I’m dug from the ground, to be ground up, then put back on the ground. I sound cool under your tires, but not so much in your throat.

In corners dark where dust may creep, A silken net where insects leap, A whisper's thread, In shadows spread, A home where tiny spiders sleep.