I wear the sun in springtime bright, A puff of stars by day or night. Make a wish and set me free I’ll ride the wind, then vanish

Bow to me, I’ll scream a key, The devils bet: a soul, for me. I sit on shoulders, held by neck. Not vile as Lin, but the same respect.

I come in many forms But my main rule remains true: With my bubbles and my pictures I’ll tell a story for you

I am used on the slopes, the waves and the street. I head corporations, non profits and schools. In a game of my type, the walk with my name can be pricey. Don’t misspell me or you’ll lose interest.

I gave my name to leaves in fall, pumpkins, pylons, basketballs. The hue itself? No linguistic root, It's named for me, the sunny fruit