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

I am a fruit as sweet as tango, harvested in June; July or August well I can go, outside of that my doom. When unripe I can be quite piney, but on point I can be sublimely, my hairy pit not gross enough to make a man go EEW.

I am known for being outdoors and in the sky, but I do not have wings to help me fly.. You might control me.