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You can see it everyday, but cannot touch it at will. What is it?
I tremble at each breath of air and yet can heaviest burdens bear.
I have a name written on me, but it isnβt my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
Soft and cuddly I'll pull on your heart. But take my last name and I'll tear you apart.
I am gentle enough to soothe your skin light enough to fly in the sky and strong enough to crack rocks.
I am rarely touched but often held. If you are smart you'll use me well. What am I?