First four hold papers tight Last five, a flat piece of wood alright? Together, where copy or cut go Then paste in place like a pro

I settle softly without a sound, A silent blanket upon the ground. I’m born of stars, of soil, of skin, And light up in the sunbeam's spin. A maid's worst enemy, a historian's friend, I mark the passage of time until the end.

I cover without hands, I warm without flame, I fall without warning, Yet I’m not always the same. On beds I rest, in skies I spread What am I?

Move rapidly or eat hastily Can be made of electricity But for structural stability A metal one is a necessity

If you need something shredded, then I'm the kitchen tool for you. But watch out for your fingers, or I might shred some flesh too!