I have delicate green leaves and a name you might know, But when I turn into seeds, I have a different way to go. To some, I am citrusy, fresh, and bright, To others, a soapy taste is all I invite.

I've weaved a web, but I'm not a spider, I put salt in apple juice and told you it was cider, I said I built a bridge but had you walk the plank, Wrote a check my mouth couldn't cash, whoops, insufficient funds in the bank! What am I?

A snipers nest. A place to rest. Extended ledge. The view is best. Hey Romeo, Where’s Juliet?

A sea of faces, a tide of voices, moving as one but made of many. An ocean of feet, yet none alone.

I shade your room or I’m the loss of sight, the same word works for both if used just right.