Jagged teeth and soft white hair And feet, but shoes I cannot wear I climb and climb, but never stray Up, up, up and away

You speak, and your voice comes back around. I travel far yet always stay close to sound. I mirror your call but never reply. A fading whisper that slips as moments fly. What am I?

I can run forever without getting tired, I constantly wander, yet I go nowhere. When I wave no one waves back, When I speak I'm not heard unless I roar, I bring life to all I touch but can take yours if you touch me.

I sleep beneath for countless years, In coffin dark with silent peers. Then up I climb with paper skin, to scream before my time wears thin. A brittle ghost on bark I cling, what am I, who sharply sings?

Comes with sunshine, leaves with night Hides in darkness, does not bite Always joined to its caster, never strays from its master