A shortened word for a pesky insect, resistant to nuclear abuse, If you happen to partake, a joint smoked past its use

No forests here, just ice and land, short summers, winters long and grand. Frozen soil beneath your feet, what am I, thats barren and bleak?

You're after my pot of gold, I just know it, Where to hide it? Oh, I know a place you can't go, A place at the base of misted water when it's sunlit, A magical place you'll never reach at the bottom of a rainbow

In the fabric of night, vast and wide, Sparkling jewels on a cosmic ride. A spiral of wonders, a celestial sea, Holding the secrets of eternity.

A gentle sound of air's embrace; quick like a whisper, it cuts through space. In sneakers' dance, it finds its name, a signature move in athletic fame.