From the ether, a whisper arrives,
"In verdant fields where shadows dance,
I oft do perchance with a fleeting glance."
Question:
Upon what do I rest, shining bright under the azure expanse?
A disembodied voice, soft as gossamer, speaks,
"Through caverns of solitude I drift,
A tempest of silence, a profound gift."
Question:
What am I that mirrors the stillness of the night?