I hang from outlets like a tired vine, feeding phones one bar at a time.

In your line of sight but remain unseen, I can be a blade-like bridge that is sharp and clean, Or roundly sweet and cute as a button I am a filter and a detector of things delectable or rotten.

I am a spice that comes from a flower. I am as red as I can be. I'm also VERY expensive by weight.

I am tall when I am young, and I am short when I am old. I glow with a crown of gold, but I weep when I am cold. A single breath can end my day, and watch my spirit drift away.

In a circle, I am the divide, A part of the whole, where secrets reside. On a board, I'm a cut of delight, In a pie, I'm a sharer's delight.