I rise by the fire, but shrink when I'm spent, Add th to my name and I'm a wide measurement.

What appears once in a minute, twice in a moment, but not once in a thousand years?

In tears I hide, in seas I sleep, on winter roads I’m scattered deep. I season suppers grain by grain, a humble crystal with broad domain.

I stand in a line with others like me, holding your garments so neatly and free. I wait in the dark of a wooden hidaway, for you to to pick your outfit of the day.

In the land of zest and tang, where green wears its brightest hue, a citrus sprite dances on your tongue, making the sour feel brand new.