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.

I make a tart garnish When cut to a wedge But when turned to stone I give concrete its edge

My teeth spit dust and turn trees into boards I make what builds your homes

Upon high where the sparrows do sing, Leaves dance in the breeze of the spring. A garden in the air, Free from earth's care, A sanctuary where the wind takes wing.