Mountains rise on either side, I stretch below, long and wide. Rivers wander through my floor, what am I at nature’s core?

Oh this is fun, due to it’s nature. A noun and verb, gliding on the use of nomenclature. It looks the same both front and back, From letter sequence, to on the rack. A calming paddle forth and back, To places boats can’t take you.

From a distant star, not near or far, an oddity beyond our ken. With eyes aglow and ways unknown, it visits us now and again.

What is seen in passing, every night on display? A dot-connecting puzzle, To some, leading the way. In terms of ladles, double. Glowing flecks of paint, a spray. Which one are you labeled as? Just read the scope, see what they say.

I’m a house with walls of light, where summer lives through winters bite.