Dwell where voices dare to stray,A ghost in twilights soft decay.wear no face, leave no bone,Yet I mimic every whispered tone.A phantom dance upon the air, vanish swift,yet linger there. Born of sound, yet not alive, In hollow halls,I twist and dive

I bear a small sunny crown upon the green, like a tiny short-lived sunbeam, because with just one sigh, I trade my gold for wings and fly. Make a wish, then let me go, What am I? I think you know.

By moonlit veil, I skulk and creep, While others lie in dreamful sleep. Masked in black, with paws adroit, I purloin snacks with silent ploy.

A final sentence distilled in living jaws, delivered through a fleeting kiss. What am I?

A language that speaks volumes without words, you'll find me everywhere on Earth; from the mountains to the fjords. What am I?