I buzz in kitchens, quick to tease, I lift you high above the seas. I guard your pants with subtle grace, And reel in fish with silken lace.

Red, blue, or gold, my colors you may know. If you don't, that's ok, you'll enjoy me anyway. What am I?

Thy heart doth pound when I draw near, The crimson bull’s brew dost banish fear. Forged ‘neath the sun, yet chill as frost. I lend thee wings. Though, at what cost?

Called a berry or maybe cherry, but not known for my meat. Dried and roasted, beat to bits, add water and some heat. Have one or two or quite a few to start your morning right. Some of me, the remedy, for a drunken night.

Left to wander in the cloud, rejected by the spheres. Until I’m freed, sent on a trip that may take many years. Enjoy my tail from ages past, my intension, don’t assume. I may bring life to barren lands, or spell your very doom.