Sweet gift of the bloom, Sipped by bee on wings of gold, Life's elixir flows.

In the sky, I softly glow, a gentle curve, not to and fro. Like a smile, I gently bend, lighting dark paths until the end.

Soft though I seem, if upon me you lay, it's the very last thing you'll do that day.

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.