Deep in the soil, I slumber and grow, A ruby-hued treasure that few truly know. Earthy and bold, I color your plate, A hidden delight, both hearty and great. What am I?

I stand in a wall, yet I’m never quite still, I let in the sun, yet I bend to your will. I frame the world, though I hold no brush, I can open to chatter, or silently hush. What am I?

I gloop when you are quiet, I set when you thwack. I ooze from your palm, I punch you right back. I am easy to make, I am half of two to make one. I am hard when you go fast; if I am soft, you will fall. I bend all the rules if you look how I look.

Whats round, but not always around. Its light sometimes is dark sometimes. Everyone wants to walk all over me. But only a lucky few have. What am I?

forget forging and folding when fending off foes. everyone else elicits our expertise, in exercising exacting, exquisite, exertion. I come before steel, and I help hone an edge; before me, things were more fragile.