If you don't go down a dark one, Stay out of the gutter And away from where tornadoes run You'll be right up in a place to make your heart flutter

I once was sap in forest shade, then heat transformed what nature made. Now I may bounce, erase, or roll, a stretchable thing with many roles.

I glide through the sky on a cable at a ski resort or through the waters in Italy.

Web, hair or fishing line. Whichever one, it takes time to sort it out

A river of thoughts flows from its tip, leaving trails of tales on parchment seas. Keeper of records and tales untold, its journey immortalizes every stroke.