Answer:
I love to twist and dance. Though wingless, I fly high up into the sky. What am I?
Sometimes dark and sometimes bright I make my way among twinkling lights. Seas and oceans obey my call yet mountains I cannot move at all. My face is marred and gray But I'm majestic anyway
I come in different colors and shapes. Some parts of me are curvy some are straight. You can put me anywhere you like but there is only one right place for me.
I am a sound made by felines when petted.
I have roots nobody sees. I am taller than trees. Up up I go but I never grow.
I go in hard, come out soft. Blow me hard and I'll make a pop. What am I?