I come and go without moving at all. You can chase me for miles, but you’ll never get closer. I’m always in front of you, even when you turn away. What am I?

Depending on which one of me you grab, I might bite you or help you guide. You might be holding me right now.

The first four is an elemental word. From nature mankind harnesses this red flower. The last three is the commute of a bird. Modern man also accomplished this power. The two words make one that glows on warm summer nights See them twinkle by ponds, magical tiny lights.

White enters a prism and comes out this way. On every continent, I’m lucky so they say. I’m wonderful the world round, and I’m musically complete. I’m deadly when I’m counted, but divine in a week.

My first five refer to a group of those famously persecuted in New Orleans My last three can lift more than ten times their own weight Altogether, we’re a legally or morally binding agreement