I rise each day with a radiant flame. I shine on the stage, adored all the same. Beneath your feet on the Walk lies my name.

Round and round it goes, hidden in a cloud of itself. A fake star it glows, with help it glows brighter. Not a single sea, or life as far as the eye can see. Cold it is not, it will take you warmly without plea. Look up at night and you will see.

In the north I am hot, In the south I feel gray. The sixth of twelve is my lot, My squire is solstice day.

Forwards I'm a forest creature A homophone for what you love Backwards, a plant that marshes feature And in instruments through which air you shove

We are a team. Four colors separate us because we are all green. We slice and dice mainly at pie we love to eat. Compadres in arms that protect the city and yet we remain under and unseen.