I dive into a sunless sea, To steal the night and set it free. A hollow bone that drinks the dark, Upon a silent shore I mark. What am I ?

I am painted with no brush, Born of storm and light's soft hush. I bow without a spine, A bridge the gods designed.

In spring, I dangle like your favorite earring, soft as a kitten's whisper, my pollen lightly scattering.

I have no shape of my own to display, yet I can carve mountains and wash shores away.

I take things you are done with, And give them a brand-new start. I turn old paper, glass, and cans, And play a green-earth part. Though I look like a giant bin, I help the world stay clean.