I thrive where damp and shadows yearn, In ancient woods where few still turn. No blooms to show, no seeds I earn, My name’s the rhyme you seek...

I come in the morning, I come in the night. I am not quite dark, I am not quite light. I bring the sun, or take it away, I am the transition of the day. What am I?

I have a wooden floor but no house, And make a snap that scares the mouse. I offer a meal that’s free of charge, But the price you pay is rather large

I flash with a jagged, electric grin, A spark from the clouds where the storms begin. I’m a spear of white light that strikes the ground, Followed always by a booming sound.

I appear as yellow but I'm actually white, Nuclear fusion gives me my bite. Often featured on a coloring page corner, The Universe is my stage and I'm the center of the order. What am I?