I come from far and near. I may be small but I hold many delights from the adventures to the flights

Soft shield of cotton, a nursery knight, battles messes day and night. Silent guardian, with sticky tabs clinging tight.

When your apparel is wet, I help them dry. I do not confine them, instead I let them enjoy the sky.

I can be carried on the wind As light as a thistle Or be blown to life For I am a

Another forbidden fruit, You may find my mood sour, And quite bitter, too To be overshadowed so! I was the accident, And never learned to quite let go, Find me hanging with the family in bunches