I have no fingers, yet I help you hold The hottest things that pots can scald When dinner is ready and heat runs high I step right in so you do not cry I may be small, but I serve my role Protecting your hands from a burning bowl Grab me before you reach for the heat And your kitchen task will feel complete

I sit up high and guard what’s below, keeping out the rain and snow.

Two chambers I have, but no doors to pass, A golden river falls through a narrow glass. I never run forward, yet time slips away, Turn me around, and I start a new day. I measure what you cannot hold in your hand. What am I, standing silently in the sand?

On one hand, it's a giant system where billions of stars align. In your hand, fluffy chocolate that tastes absolutely divine.

In the attic, a cozy glow, when turned to life, it steals the show. A glassy dome, so bright, yet small, dispels the dark for one and all.