I have sharp eyes and strong claws. I soar high above mountains and trees. My wings are wide, and my nest is high. What am I?

I wear a thousand colors’ guise, a gemstone of firelight before your eyes. No flame am I, yet fire I keep, In autumn’s grasp, my secrets sleep.

I'm a time and a falcon, a number and a raven. I'm a young adult and an entree, a buffalo and a cowboy. When I'm on television, I get high ratings. When I travel, I get free shipping. And when you put me all together, you see beauty in everything.

When the day turns to night in a cosmic hide-and-seek, the sky wears its shadowy mask, dancing in celestial mystery, leaving sunbathers puzzled and astronomers delighted.

I live in dark tunnels, or so people say, I turn folks to stone if they wander my way.