Golden soldiers in rows so neat, waving in fields under the sun's heat. In harvest time, they make a treat, from summer's warmth, we eat their sweet.

I’m chased by tails in autumn air, Buried deep with frantic care. Jaws that crack, small paws that hoard, A winter’s wealth, a forest’s hoard. Not leaf nor meat, yet fiercely sought, What prize do beasts protect and plot?

Tell your eyes not to worry, I got them covered. I'll make you look cool too, and the fun part is, I'm colored! Pink hearts, plain black, perhaps a neon yellow. So try me on in the sun, be a good fellow.

I stand tall in fields so bright, Turning my face to the sun’s warm light. Golden petals, seeds inside, A sunny crown I wear with pride. What am I?

I sound like something that beats in your chest, but I’m made of stone and warmth instead. I glow in the center of where you reside, often called the heart of the home, warm and wide.