Until I am used, a Blank canvas awaits, Words dance in silent whispers, To tell Fragile stories that deliver. I come from a tree but not with a breeze, Although you can say I am a white leaf

It’s a bit Scary. But when you’re Ginger and Sporty, some Posh people can act like a Baby. All I know is that if you wanted to be their lover, you’d have to get with their friends. Just don’t be bland, you have to add a little seasoning or. . .

I begin in pieces, but end as a whole. When you finish I vanish entirely.

While I run, I love to babble. Leaving horseshoes without a saddle. And though I may seem a little bit cold, for your hard work, I'll exchange with you some Gold. What am i?

I have a tube, but no TV. I have lenses, but no eyes. I can show you the stars, but I cannot make them shine. What am I?