Forever awake as I watch the garden this is my land I am the guardian.

To cover a sty on your eye, way back when if you’re blind, or when you’re ready to say ARRRRRR!

Light as air, but not a cloud, Grows on a bird and makes them proud. Can tickle your foot to make you giggle, Is soft on a duck, a goose or a gaggle

People pay to have me cut, then spend months waiting for me to grow back.

I dwell beyond the reach of hands, where silence stretches through endless lands. Born from fire in a distant sky, I shimmer like a dream in the night passing by. Though I may seem a diamond, delicate and small. I have guided the lost when roads disappeared, inspired the dreamers who conquered their fears. Sailors have followed my ancient light, while lovers have wished upon me in the quiet of night. Some see a future written in my glow, others seek the secrets that the heavens know. I burn without wood, I shine without flame, and though I have no voice, the universe whispers my name. I may fade with the morning and vanish from sight, yet I wait beyond the daylight to return with the night. What am I