I am a special bulb: I begin with the opposite of off. Then comes a charged atom. Reverse me and you'll finally say - no, I know! What am I?

I slip through blinds at break of day, I chase the darkest night away. I dance on walls, I warm the floor, a golden thread from sky’s bright door. Catch me not, I flee and gleam, I’m morning’s whisper, a golden dream.

I crawl and climb, but have no legs; I bear sweet fruit, but have no hands; I offer shade, though I'm not a house; I can be woody or just a green band. What am I?

Four legs have I. Able to sneak about and land safely One brain cell if orange unlucky if night colored.

Tiny bearer of a towering load, I walk in lines along the road. I farm and herd beneath your feet, Where fallen crumbs become a feast. A borrowed hill becomes my haunt Name the creature, small yet gaunt.