Answer:
A seed am I, three letters make my name. Take away two and I still sound the same.
The moon is my father. The sea is my mother. I have a million brothers. I die when I reach land
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, grown in the darkness, a lady's delight.
What is it that you must give before you can keep it.
What goes in the water black and comes out red?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?