I’m made of threads but I’m not clothes, I catch what’s thrown, I trap what flows. From fish to goals, I play my role What am I, that makes things whole?

I’m small enough to fit in hands, yet big enough to spark new lands. I’m not a tool, but I get used, for joy, for calm, for being amused. I may be plush, or made of steel, I’m not alive yet I feel real.

The Olympics begin with one A match can spark it Blow on candles untill there's none A fire can't start until it's lit

When you press me text appears Even if you make a mistake you can fix it The letters are jumbled And yet you use this everyday

What is soft and white, but not a pillow. Golden in fire, but not forged. Especially sweet, but not a lover.