I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, yet I come alive with wind. I can repeat what you say, but I never understand it. What am I?

I trap what cannot be held, Bend time without a clock. I make summer out of whispers And silence out of frost. I’m seen straight through, yet change what’s true What am I?

Sweet gift of the bloom, Sipped by bee on wings of gold, Life's elixir flows.

In the sky, I softly glow, a gentle curve, not to and fro. Like a smile, I gently bend, lighting dark paths until the end.

Soft though I seem, if upon me you lay, it's the very last thing you'll do that day.