Until I am used, a Blank canvas awaits, Words dance in silent whispers, To tell Fragile stories that deliver. I come from a tree but not with a breeze, Although you can say I am a white leaf

I have a tube, but no TV. I have lenses, but no eyes. I can show you the stars, but I cannot make them shine. What am I?

I'll protect you from the cold, the wind, the rain, the snow. I have teeth and arms but no head or legs. I'm thick or thin. Light or heavy. I have no specific color. Some type of bee even partially shares its name with me.

Arr, matey, I hide one orb, ye see, To ward off the glare o' the deep blue sea. What be this cloth that sails with me?

Babies and grown men both use me alike. For the man, a cold brew, and food for the tyke.