Winter’s chill brings this coat to foxes, the moon casts this shiny ray. Jewelry kept in jewelry boxes, the foil to the golden day.

I exist in a place far as the eye can see, but I do not come closer though you may chase me. You might see me in landscapes or far out at sea.

I exist as nature's woven thread, but I am not always the best lifeline. You might find me in jungles and forests, hanging there by design.

I fly without wings,cry without eyes,move without legs,come alive with the wind What am i?

I splash and play where cold seas lie, or close a letter with a waxen tie. I certify or fasten with grace, and sometimes show my flippered face.