Depending on which one of me you grab, I might bite you or help you guide. You might be holding me right now.

The first four is an elemental word. From nature mankind harnesses this red flower. The last three is the commute of a bird. Modern man also accomplished this power. The two words make one that glows on warm summer nights See them twinkle by ponds, magical tiny lights.

I share my name with a capital city; You’ll think my red color is fiery and pretty; I was born in the remnants of a Life u sending; I’m not really real, but what’s wrong with pretending?

I welcome royalty, but certain kinds of hermits are welcome, too. Beware, I need some moisture to sustain me, but water is my enemy.

I have rings, but no fingers. I orbit, but never wander. What am I?