Luke Nic Lobster Gilded Bird All these can end the same

I am a cloud of dust and gas, vast and bright, a colorful cradle born from the depth of the ever-night.

In lands where thirst and heat persist, I rise where life should not exist. With shade and water, calm and cool, a hidden break from the desert’s harsh rule.

It leads the cat to new worlds, lights up the dim with its glow, and dances on the edge of the unknown, ever eager to explore.

I’m tall and green and smell so fine, At Christmas time you make me shine. With needles sharp instead of leaves, What kind of tree am I, do you believe?