I tell the time, but don’t tick or tock, I use the sun to make my mark. By day I’m helpful, by night I rest, What am I, at nature's behest?

Cloaked in silver, I ride the sky, a goddess with a watchful eye. Sister to the sun’s fierce flame, in legends old, I earned my name. I guide the hunt, I bless the night, with silent steps and borrowed light.

I ride with the sun and sleep under stars, my boots dusty from journeys afar. With a rope in my hand and a hat on my head, I tame the wild where others have fled. I don’t need a saddle to carry my pride, who am I, with the open range as my guide?

I’m born in a cradle of cosmic dust, a nuclear furnace, both fierce and just. I shine by fusing, not by flame, yet billions know me by name. I die in silence, or in a blast, but even in death, my echoes last.

A silent choir with golden tongues, each sings without a breath. Their faces chase a fleeing flame, yet shun the dark. A spiral puzzle guards our core, as I am one yet many more a sun-bound soul, well dressed.