When fire fades, I often stay, a powder pale and soft as clay. Yet from my bed, so tales convey, a phoenix may be reborn one day.

A wooden box that sings Comes to life upon strings Rests on a shoulder, don't you know Makes music when it takes a bow An answer for this riddle, Is obvious if you think a little

I leap but have no legs, I glow but have no soul, I die with a single breath.

What do Alexander the Great and Winnie the Pooh have in common?

Sometimes you call this exactly what it is. Either in playing cards or garden clubs, if your heart is in it you'll find your diamonds using this.