My points are fixed, and yet you find me in constant motion, I wheel and spin in an endless dance, As awe inspiring as your oceans. A teller of time, a spinner of fates, I'll guide you home, or define your traits. By the time you see me, I am years ahead, I gift you gold after my soul has fled.

Not a knight, but armored regardless. Not a twig, but still tend to snap. Always on the move, yet never leaving home.

I can be found on the dessert just lounging around with pricky body waiting for you wave back and say Hi.

Lined with walls of privacy, Or, perhaps, proudly displayed. Gentle, tender, care for me, I'll give you things, Which you'll then claim to have made

Some may refer to me as a valley but I think my name sounds sweeter My first letter matches the first of my color and I think that makes me neater