Grandmothers fear me, shepherds curse my cry, In countless tales my shadow passes by. I speak without words to the silver-lit sky, my voice riding the hills as echoes reply.

Torrential downpour, Thundering call, Diving to crash, After wall

In circuits of nature, where life does commence, a narrow path winds, where streams make sense. An organic valley, carved with precision, a tranquil chip in earth's grand vision. I have one last thing to tell, It can also be a proper name for a male.

I speak without a tongue, I call without a sound. Lost ships pray for me, Lost phones hunt me down. I rise and fade, I weaken with the storm, Invisible threads that say, You’re not alone.

I tried to be subtle, Experiment failed, Where does science put food, For creatures long-tailed?