Back and forth, higher and higher, Extend your legs and reach even farther.

I am born from a strike, a diamond, or a glass, A flash of bright magic that quickly will pass. I dance in the eyes of a person in love, And mimic the stars shining brightly above. I can live in your water, your wine, or your tea, Creating bubbles that long to be free. I am glitter and glamour, a brilliant display, Yet without any light, I will vanish away.

A bug that likes to ignite during its flight

I labor in tandem, but one at a time. Immobile I linger, but turn on a dime. I'll show you the way, you'll leave me behind. Inside and out, my life intertwines.

What is orange, and sounds similar to parrot?