The monarch of the glen wears this crown, An ever-growing symbol of the strength beneath, Dropped each year but picked up again anew, Built of blood and bone, with velvet sheath

a dagger. a knife. a razor. an ice skate. a leaf of grass. a windshield wiper. Wesley Snipes.

Often just a large pit, where buried rock becomes something useful. Fred Flintstone worked at one with Barney, using dinosaurs as heavy equipment.

Strike two stones or cross two wires, and I may wake a sleeping fire.

Blue, pink, imperial orange, though pure I have no color at all. Hard silicate ingeniously, or igneously layered, lead to my vitreous shine. It is thought my name comes from a word in Sanskrit that is a homonym for a small savory Spanish appetizer.