Though flowers fade and seasons turn, their fragrant memory I preserve. In a crystal prison I remain, until a spray sets me free again.

Keep papers tight Or make a video just right Keep chips fresh Or hair from becoming a mess

I hold the liquid that quenches your thirst, But I can also be the one who throws the worst.

I travel far but weigh so little, I carry a view and a brief small riddle. I speak in a message from places away, Then rest in a drawer when memories stay. I am stamped and sent with a simple intent, A little hello from where you went. What am I, slim and bright in my role, A paper message that travels the whole?

I am a curve that stands with pride A doorway shape that cannot hide I hold things up by bending right And make a plain path look more bright If you look up you may see me A graceful shape where strength should be