I live where light forgets its name and silence learns to hold, I drink the dark so life above can dare to grow and gold. I never move, yet I decide which way the branches lean, A past made solid underfoot, unseen but evergreen. Cut me and the towering falls, though I was never shown. What am I, that grips the world while never owning stone?

Arr, a pirate's fancy, a dancing string, On hats it sways, like bells that ring. With every sway, ye spirits lift, A sailor's charm, a jaunty gift.

I make work easier, yet I never toil, Found on doors, cups, or something that coils. You use me when grasping, or problems command Tell me, what am I, steady in hand?

If they could speak a language then you would never hear silence They're like a puppy but they can be used to carry things Some people laugh like it speaks

Hanging helper in the hallway, handy hanger holding hats, a humble helper hiding in plain sight.