You are a star.
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 ?
I am fast and slow, I go everywhere you go yet you cannot see me, i am in tree's in the sky in plants and in your body pretty much you need me to survive, what am I?
A fiery shrub around Christmas time you see, it looks like a flowers but it is just leaves that are on a small tree. What is this?
