I wear no cloak, yet change my face, I slip through time without a trace. I touch your skin, but leave no scar, I light your day from very far. I rise and fall, yet I never walk. Without me, the world would be cold and dark.

I have no legs, yet I can run,I chase the moon, I follow the sun. I wear no face, but still reflect, I mirror skies when calm and kept.

I fill your ears with my symphony and though you hate it you clap for me. I take a bow just before your applause. For quenching my thirst, my life is yours. If you’re lucky. What am I?

I’m found in the sky, I’m found in the deep; I’m the sound when music cries, I’m the emotions that make you weep. What am I?

I have no voice, yet songs I bring, I dance in air but have no wings. In gentle touch, I sing so light, but storms may turn my song to fright. Hung up high, I bide my time What am I, with tunes sublime?