I come twice a year to balance the Earth's extremes. I rule the longest day for some, and the longest night for their counterparts. What am I?

Not for dessert That i will assert Where camels linger And scorpions flash their stingers

An unseen force, both still and slight, I draw some near without a fight. Yet matching poles refuse embrace, and push each other from their place.

I can live and die in a flash, but once I'm gone leave only ash.

My neighbor lives in a pineapple, but I just sprawl on the sandy floor I wear my heart on all my sleeves, five of them, in fact. I cling to rocks beneath the waves, without a single care. What am I?