Velvet cloak unfurls, Thorns guard a sweet scented heart, Love's blush in the vase.

I hang on a neck but I’m not a tie, With every step, I testify. Clang and clatter through field and dell, A farmyard’s chime you know too well.

I move through rivers, wires, and days, unseen, yet guiding countless ways.

In a swamp where the creatures do creep, A gooey green blanket they keep. It sticks to your shoe, And smells a bit too, A slippery slop do you seek.

In rivers I glide, sleek and wide, Shells I crack with a splash at my side. Playful antics in the water I display, Dancing in currents, come what may.