With needles and threads in a row, A fabric dance, to-and-fro. In stitches and seams, It's more than it seems, Crafting tales with each rhythmic flow.

Thin as paper, bright as day, shows you things far away

A shield of fabric in your hand, When skies weep, I take my stand. Above your head, I spread wide, To keep you dry from teardrop tide.

I bring two people together but I’m known for starting fires.

I communicate with other worlds but I'm not the best, nor am I the worst.