I’m tiny like a mustard seed,
Always dispatched but patched when a hole is seen,
I’ve never experience joy in my heart,ways pains going in an out of a material.
Tiny but might, I mend expensive materials for humans to put on, I detest holes in materials,I close them up.
Why do I experience pains without gain?
I do and I will keep on doing my job as a needle.
Humans should wipe away my pains.
For I represent the secret behind every materials. I’m needle.