I end each day with a crimson crest, You’ll find me only facing west. A fleeting glow you won’t forget, Who am I, this painted silhouette?

I am surrounded by water, but I do not have an engine or mast. You might find me in a marina or near a lakeside cabin.

Found all over the world, I am linked to the earth. Many people fear me but many people also live on my slopes. Asleep most of the time, words to describe anger are also used to describe my sudden awakening.

I push and pull where steel giants roam, across the waves, I guide them home. My size is small, my strength is vast, I lead the way, proud and fast. I twist and turn where harbors meet, and dance upon the water’s beat.

I am found in a town, a city, and throughout the continental states, But not in a river, sea, ocean, or small lakes The Great Lakes have one of me, but only Lake Ontario I'm not tracks, traffic, boats, or trucks, but I'm in each of these scenarios.