Most people don’t think about me until a little icon turns red.

I am born from a strike, a diamond, or a glass, A flash of bright magic that quickly will pass. I dance in the eyes of a person in love, And mimic the stars shining brightly above. I can live in your water, your wine, or your tea, Creating bubbles that long to be free. I am glitter and glamour, a brilliant display, Yet without any light, I will vanish away.

I labor in tandem, but one at a time. Immobile I linger, but turn on a dime. I'll show you the way, you'll leave me behind. Inside and out, my life intertwines.

What is orange, and sounds similar to parrot?

There are more positions when playing sports than you realize. This one word position may rack many miles but you don't travel....