Answer:
It moves around in circles. We see it as we turn. It keeps us always warm. Always alive and always dying, Across the sky we see it flying, But touch it and we burn.
Fred and Wilma's child, named after a stone.
A toy that requires some string and a breezy day
With hands that can't hold and eyes that can't see, she's cherished by some but has no real family. Who is she?
When we stand up it lies flat. When we lie back it stands up.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.