In my youth, I was a tree, yet now, I'm thin and free, I carry thoughts from you to me, my uses plain to see. I've been known to fold and fly with glee.

Knock, knock! Who’s there? Who! Who who?

I have no feet, but I lead you on, Through woods or streets, I carry you along. Follow me and you’ll know where to go. What am I?

Though others reach to touch the sky, my graceful branches hang low. I find my beauty by the earth, where quiet waters flow.

A tree once gave me my beginning, but heat changed what I’d be. Now I stretch, I bend, I bounce, and snap right back with ease.