A cosmic spiral of dust and flame, where countless stars dwell in my domain. Though far away, I fill the sky, a glowing band that catches the eye.

It spins and sings with a whirring thrill, carving paths through wood with skill. A trusty friend in workshops bright, it makes the toughest tasks feel light.

I sit above arches, under a crown. What am I, that creases when you frown?

I grow with people, brick by brick, I hum with life, both fast and quick. I rest by night, yet never sleep, Within my walls, their stories keep. What am I?

To be hard pressed? I understand what it brings. When I am, I may click, or pop off with a fling. When what’s cute is compared, My name often sings. Rear not off, is the word. A thread-snared, circle-thing.