After I have risen to my fullest height, I am sentenced to die at the peak of my life. I live in a box, only to be killed in 5 minutes at the touch of a light. What am I?
I have palms but not on hands, I offer foods from distant lands, When at my peak you’ll see me smoke, I’m famous for my friendly folk, My flowers grow and yet they lay, There’s fire where a man will play. What am I ??
My life can last some hours. The thing I produce consumes me. I am immune to grey light - the only thing that can kill me. Who am I?
