I fall to guard the burning view, A silent door you never knew. I drop in trust, I rise in fear, I fade and live a thousand times a year. To grant you sight, I briefly hid. What opens sight by being slid?

A crystal palace to hold the sun's rays, Nurturing life in a protective embrace. Whatever the season, I grow in private, But too much of my gases might change your climate.

A quick dance of blades, a whisper through fabric, leaving behind a mark that speaks more than it says.

You place your trust and security in me. I give you peace; you can close your eyes and sleep. Though winds and rains assault my face, I cover you with my embrace. You only have the key to my inner parts. I will never leave you, but you may depart.

one of three, in part of the count. taking all ten, with a single throw. done to a match, to get it lit. shaking hands, due to finalizing a deal. walking out on work, to afford to live.