With layers so neat, golden curves for a morning treat. Flaky delight, a baker's art, a buttery dance to warm the heart.

I get smaller as your ideas grow, leaving trails of thoughts wherever I go.

I am woven without hands, high above the ground, Built from twigs and moss and thread, with no iron found. I hold precious treasures soft, sheltered from the gale, Until tiny wings take flight and leave my cozy cradle.

See me flicker and flutter in the wind. Watch closely at the sparks I send. Mesmerizing and dazzling though I can be, Be careful not to get too close to me.

Look through me to see the galaxy. Have a quick dance with the stars, and a closer chat with the moon. Take in all that dazzles far somewhat near. I’ll help you see the worlds beyond yours much more clear.