I hang from the ceiling People often forget which one goes on the ground I'm often formed in caves What am I?

Joints and bearings, Crystal and how it’s viewed. In the fields it is hit, kicked, thrown and abused. A hitch to extend. Rolls on what’s askew. No hogs are admired. The red rubber’s the true.

A permanent reminder of pain In life, this will go far This and scabs aren't the same Something may leave a mark or a...

What the grown up acorn said when it looked in a mirror

I have a hook, but catch no fish. I have a loop, but tie no knot. We stick together, though we are not kin.