I can be a star who wants to break free, I can be a planet in a sunny fleet, I can show you're sick with fever's heat, Some even saw me as a god with winged feet!

I help my master collecting his food, I cover his head to keep him cool, when I die he finds a new slave to do his bidding

I have been around billions of years yet I cannot speak, but many people listen to my sweet music. To build a house under my canopy is to be oblivious. The stars are my parents. Though my parents died long before I was born. What am I?

Armored coat, yet treasure inside, From shores where warm winds glide. I have a crown, yet hold no throne, My golden taste is all my own.

I move across oceans with power untamed, or greet from afar when a hand is raised. I vanish in sand yet return once more, I’m both in the water and gesture at the door.