A gentle whisper in fabric's weave, a soft shield on a peach's skin, the tender shroud of an old TV screen's static dream.

I'm heard when fear makes lesser people flee, that others would condemn with mockery. A soldier shot to fame by cooking me, as did a sailor fond of greenery.

In yon heavens dost thou see a ghostly veil, A cosmic tapestry where stars entwine, In colors born of ancient stardust's tale, Dost weave anew with threads of light divine.

Take a bond, swap a letter, and I become a little wetter. What am I?

From the land down under and the planet red, A kaleidoscope of love, it is said. Born in heat, I capture rain, You’ll never find two quite the same.