No one knows why it crossed the road... No one knows which came first... Sasly, this bird don't fly... Who am I, with such awesome thighs?

Smaller than an ocean, Bigger than a puddle, If you find a sword here, Your life will likely have more trouble

I happen only twice per year To note sun’s distance from our sphere For some I’m a celebration Others tie me with damnation Whether cursed or seasonal fun, I take place on day twenty and one

Between sun and breeze, I patiently wait; a drying dance without a date. I hold the threads of vibrant hues, my purpose clear when rain eschews.

Dig me a hole, Drop me in the ground. I’ll be out in a sprout, Through my body, so round. I can light you up bright, When you switch your command. Watts the point? You’d change me with a twist of the hand.