I move the stars, I bring the dawn, I cannot be moved with brawn, I can be kept, but always fleeting When im gone, finaly sleeping.

From a bulb I grow in spring, and the pupil’s neighbor, shaped like a ring. What am I?

I’m curved like a smile and yellow all the way, peel me back gently to brighten your day.

I have knees but I don't have bones. I am scary even if I like things sweet. I am sometimes social and other times solitary. I like tunnels and burrows but not often in the ground. My sound often kills.

I flow unseen through wire or stream, I drift in time or lightning’s gleam. I mark the now, not what's long past, And in the sea, I’m moving fast.