Peacefully rest, on a tree or the floor, In certain countries, I'm left at the door, If you've never seen me, you're poor or you're blind, The very best of me, come from a behind. What am I?
You write on me and secrets I can keep. In places never seen. I spin like a top. Though stiff as a board, I’m often described like a mop. What am I ?
Tall as a tree, dressed in white, my bridal veil is shiny bright Up all night, never sleeping: if i rest, many are weeping. Upon the shores since the days of old, my silent message what am i?
I don't have a predecessor You've seen nothing like me before
If not for creativity There wouldn't be a place for me
Thankfully, the world we live in Will never stop discoverin'
Otherwise, I would not exist And monotony would persist
What am I?
You write on me and when told to I can keep secrets.
In places never seen. I spin like a top.
But if you don’t take care of me I am lost.
I'm in the big black pot. You can only take me, if you've found the secret spot. I'm worth a lot, you should know. The place I'm in, is at the end of the rainbow. What am I?
