Borderless curtain with a thunderous hush, when torrent’s abundance met gravity’s crush.

I appear in a dell, but I am not a microchip. You might see me in shades of green.

A feathered traveler flying high; or steel and cable lifting loads with pride. Stretching forward for a better view; or granting wishes for me or for you.

I sleep beneath for countless years, In coffin dark with silent peers. Then up I climb with paper skin, to scream before my time wears thin. A brittle ghost on bark I cling, what am I, who sharply sings?

I divide the sky from the ground, I follow you but never move around. You chase me, yet I flee, Where I am, you’ll never be.