I point the way to where you are, through storm and shadow, near and far. With needle’s dance, both calm and mild, I call to every sailor, ocean’s wild.

I exist in a street, but I do not get used for cars. You might see me in the steps you take to cross the street.

No one can control me, those who try will find out. Some say I'm all wind, though there's more than that about. Even at my most furious, I'm calm when looked in the eye. Eventually, my wrath will pass by.

I have a forest but no trees, a lake but no water, and a city but no people. What am I?

I am one who loves to battle and spar. I can take the shape of a sphere, god, or bar. Whether a rocky giant, or a god with great fame, You should know that the Roman's are responsible for my name.