At the edge of sight Can't see it at night A long line Between earth and sky define

Birds may sing me at the dawn, people hum me all day long. I live in voice, in tune, in rhyme, yet linger still in heart and mind.

In wraps or grilled, I steal the show, a yellow delight that loves to glow. I pair with meats, I'm quite the tease, a dairy delight that aims to please.

I am a prized vessel for a chef's tasty brew, But turn me backward, and a peak comes into view. Growing on a balcony or cooking on a flame, I am a regular in the kitchen; what is my name?

I run in a circle, but I’m not getting dizzy. I wear a saddle, and I’m fast, not frizzy. People cheer loudly when I pass by.