Answer:
I roam through the lands hoping to rescue my love. I search high and low and will stomp on you if you get in my way!
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. What am I?
I am a mini solar powered computer.
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
I live off of a busy street. If you want, you can stay for an hour or two. But if you don't pay rent, I'll tell on you. What am I?
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.