You can see me in Miami, you can see me at a show. You can see me breathe through one hole and use the same one to blow.

No salt upon my quiet skin, no tides that pull the shores within. I hold the sky in still embrace, while hills and forests frame my face.

I chase the horizon, I burn bright but never fall, I vanish yet leave a mark in minds.

I color the sky but never touch it, I appear after storms and disappear with the sun.

I jingle and clang, but I’m not a bell for your wrist. I wake the herd, yet I never insist. I sit on a neck, I’m loud in the field Guess who I am, my sound never yields?