I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt, my merest touch brings laughter. What am I ?
The answer is feather
From wood it's made, From string it's made, It floats upon the wind. It's made by one, It's made by many, From hands and mouths it spins. A score without a game. A staff not for the lame. With seven letters tamed. With five letters named What am i ?
I come in many shapes and sizes sometimes I can hold your prizes Wind may take me when you walk and liars have me when they talk. What am I?
Hold me by the neck and I won't mind, if I get wrong I just need a good wind. If you want me you better pick wisely, just use your ears and I'll follow you blindly.
What am I?
