The first four is an elemental word. From nature mankind harnesses this red flower. The last three is the commute of a bird. Modern man also accomplished this power. The two words make one that glows on warm summer nights See them twinkle by ponds, magical tiny lights.

I share my name with a capital city; You’ll think my red color is fiery and pretty; I was born in the remnants of a Life u sending; I’m not really real, but what’s wrong with pretending?

I welcome royalty, but certain kinds of hermits are welcome, too. Beware, I need some moisture to sustain me, but water is my enemy.

I have rings, but no fingers. I orbit, but never wander. What am I?

I swell beneath the moon’s cold gaze, Retreat, return in measured ways. I change the shore, the mind, the year, A rising force both far and near. You feel me shift in blood and wave, The cyclic pull you cannot save.