I am the light in the darkness who influences water and goes red once in a while. Wear glasses as you look up in the sky when I block other light, or you'll get blinded by that style.

A growing form of vegetation, a space for manufactured pies; the act of nurturing a seed, a clever, undercover spy.

I guide the seasons every year, A pattern that is very clear, I am present music, poetry and art, And even in the echo of a heart

I am a god, a planet, and I measure heat. What am I?

I’m striped in style, not dressed in flora. Not a king or queen, yet patterned, proud. I graze the plains, not the Sahara, like an artists canvas that touched a walking barcode.