A mirror, made of varied hues But only those the makers choose A space designed to trap a muse And once its soul is captured there Imprisoned, hanging in the air Then people pay to come and stare What am I

I am taken before I exist, Yet I appear after I’m done. You never see me happening, Only where I’ve been and gone. What am I?

Ships look to me to light their way. I shine bright in the night, still stand tall in the day. A beacon of hope if you're lost at sea. Look to me to find land, matey.

Born in a flurry, I grow with a roll, Round and fluffy, and so fun to throw.

First is a company proud to suck and blow, products designed for their flow. The second is a shape, a three dimensional one, that encircles all within. When put together, I am enormous, one that catches all the energy from the sun.