Crafted like a metal place, holds fluttering dreams in a tiny space. Confined and yearning to roam, it whispers to the heart, 'Oh my, how I long for home!'

My name begins with the absolute last letter of the alphabet, but ends with the very first. No need to ponder, because I am famous enough to get a crossing named after me. What am I?

Golden threads from a distant land, the heart of a blossom in powdered form, painting dishes with a sunset hue.

Golden fields sway low, Summer's bounty, gathered now, Nature's grateful sigh.

In a hive of buzz and flight, her majesty reigns in gentle might. She's the guiding light, she holds court day and night.