I leap and bounce with energy bright, or flow in silence, fresh and light. I’m a season, a coil, or water’s gift, In one word, my meanings shift.

First I'm the sun, then the moon, at last the stars. You might find me in a field of wild.

the more there is the less you see. you fight it with electricity. nature holds it's own defense. with it we are dulled of sense

What lies dead one hundred feet in the air?

I have great power you may ride, So move your palm from side to side.