Do a downward dog on it Or a warrior pose Stretch and breathe to get fit And roll it up after you touch your toes

A ribbon for the neck, warmth in a wrap, dancing in the wind, a colorful hug.

I have jaws but cannot bite, I grip and twist with all my might, What am I?

I'm the silver curve that takes a swoop. You might do this when feeling cuddly. I'm the only one welcome in a liquid group, Because who gives a fork? I don't.

I start as sap from forest veins, then heat transforms my polymer chains. I stretch, return, and still endure, made strong and flexible through fires cure.