In the breeze, I dance with glee, like golden suns on a summer's spree. With a puff of breath, I soar, leaving whispers on the floor.

Despite a popular video game this small and spiky woodland friend is not blue or red, just a plain shade of brown to camouflage. It curls into a ball when it feels threatened. What is it?

I am a symbol of authority, righteousness and order but add one letter and I become a dangerous lawless and chaotic omnivore.

I may charm you with my beauty, then chase you for admiring it.

I watch your sleep from above, Symbol of dreams and love. No clouds can hold me long, Poets put me in every song. What am I?