I follow you always, yet I never speak. I shrink in the morning, and grow when the day leaks. I mimic your stance, yet never complain. Who am I, that dances in sun and hides in the rain?

A golden crown changes into white fluff. Parachutes carried away on the wind. Touching the ground, ready to restart the cycle.

Summoned by sunlight, I quietly appear. Marks by the devil, some say with fear. I prefer angel kisses, a happier sound, I’m rarely just one, I arrive in a crowd. I grace your nose, your forehead, your cheeks, I deepen in summer, and fade after weeks.

I can hide in the attic or drift in the wind, I’m soft as a whisper but born from heat. I vanish with water, yet I tell of fire’s past. What am I?

I wear a crown of emerald high, Drink from clouds that drift nearby. I hum with life both day and night, Yet fear the flame and fading light. What am I?