I wear a tuxedo, but attend no ball. I fly underwater, defying gravity's call. On icy stages, I waddle and stand tall. What am I?

Gem of yellow, oft tied to the sun, celebrated in Autumn, before winter comes.

I'm a sound to be reckoned with, hear the heavens bellow, Lightning might not strike twice, but you can hear me echo, If I'm far away you might just hear a low rumble, If I'm quite close, things on your walls might tumble

I’m a color in the forest, in your eyes I sometimes glow. I’m a nut inside a shell, and a name that kids may know. What am I?

Paper bird takes flight, Folding dreams with gentle hands, Art in motion born.