A canopy above with a carpet of grass, where whispers of breeze meet the ceaseless chatter of crowds; a roof without walls, hosting gatherings proud. What am I?

The first one was the most practical of the seven wonders of the ancient world. Located in Alexandria, Egypt, it used mirrors to reflect light. Alternatively, a residence that is not serious.

In the court, I dance and swing, with strings I sing, and bounce I bring.

I’m a desolate escape Or I’m lost in your couch Either way, I’m hard to find.

I start as one who has no home, I hold a circle in my core, My end's a queue, a verse, a row, As whole, I make the young ones soar.