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 part of your blink, but I don’t make a sound. What tiny thing am I that’s always around.

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

some find me for my highs others watch me during my lows some throw me in for a cycle others use me to draw on their clothes