Floating flames are my fame; forests and woodland areas are my haunts. I am not ablaze, despite what my name suggests, as I soar through the air around you. What creature is this that hides the darkness away and keeps things lit during the nocturnal hours?

I start with a flame, bright and bold, I shrink in my strength, though I still glow, What am I, as I fade slow?

I invade you by the millions from above, with resounding roars and darkness yet I bring you what you need and leave a bow of light for all to see

I brighten up a windowless room on a sunny day. No flick of a switch, or bulb needed in any way.

A Christmas white looks soft and bright, but one wrong move becomes a fright. Beware they step or fall to me, and gone is your spirit of happiness and glee.