I’m open to sky, yet shelter I bring, A stage, a shade, a place to sing. Not a tent, not a hall, though I host them too, what structure am I, enjoyed by you?

I have eyes but I cannot see. I contain a scream but I have no mouth. I am the staple of a cold treat. What am I that beats the summertime heat.

In the forest of threads, I do rest, A shield 'gainst the chill at your chest. Though sleeveless I be, I'm snug company, For woodland walks, I'm surely best.

I am born from fire yet favor the cold, I drink no blood, yet stories I hold. I whisper in palms and argue with night, Too small for a war, too honest for spite. I serve in the dark where silence is law. Say my name once, and you’ll feel what you saw.

I’m not alive, but I can die. And, always, when you need me the most.