I am born from wet grains on a summer beach, Or raised in heavy stone beyond a dragon's reach. I have a keep, a drawbridge, and a crown of square-cut stone, Yet I can crumble to the waves or stand for centuries alone.

A tree once gave me my beginning, but heat changed what I’d be. Now I stretch, I bend, I bounce, and snap right back with ease.

Fed without hunger, I dance through the night, I grow ever stronger when given a bite. Raging or gentle, I warm and inspire, Everything near me may feed my desire.

Gleaming crystal hanging high, above a grand dining hall. I imagine to change a bulb, one would have to be mighty tall!

Red as a ruby, tart as can be, Beside your turkey is where you’ll find me. Sweetened berries in a jiggly disguise, What am I?