I have a single tail but no head, I bleed vibrant colors but I am already dead. I love to be hugged by needles and hooks, And I tell warm stories without using books.

In the forest, a dance so bright, Feeding on wood with delight. It crackles with glee, But danger it be, A spirit that banishes night.

I fell from space with a fiery tail, I’m a rock that went on a sky-high trail. I zoom through space both day and night, A rocky visitor that gives a fright.

Before a saur like a Dino, But a poke instead. A conductor of light, spun right over head. Buried alive, end of season it dreads. Phoned-in ‘us’ at the end, it’s plump and round-ed.

Orderly fields where the giants rest, cradling the sweetest of treasures on their arms. Whispers of a gentle breeze and soothing rain would cause the faintest of stirs, but ultimately, they only slumber on.