I am a flat space, I make a flat plank, and I fly. An expanse of grass sounds like me, but it's not I.

In a dance of diamonds, colors intertwine, weaving a pattern both ancient and fine. Wrapped around feet, it whispers in style, a classic design that stretches a mile.

I am black when you buy me Red when you use me And white when you throw me away What am I?

I start with T, I end with T, and I hold T within.

With teeth I grin but never bite, a flexible spine, locked up tight. My dance begins with a pull or tug, I part and join with perfect snug. I walk no path, yet run a track, once closed, I never leave a crack.