The eye fixed upward Track celestial dances As the Earth spins on

From crashing seas or garden hose, from perfume mist upon your clothes. I scatter drops that drift away, what am I that floats this way?

Born from a spark, it dances and sways, a hungry breath consuming all, turning wood to ash, with a warm embrace that drives away the chill.

From rooftops I begin to grow, as falling drops forget to flow. I lengthen slow in winter’s chill, what am I, sharp and still?

Spinning fast as days go by, stars at night in the sky. Never stopping lest we die. Two gods before more away, it's core is bright it's blossoms array. Past the last there is a pause. Take your guess for this cause. Here we are, that's your clue.