Answer:
It is by nature, soft as silk; A puffy cloud, white as milk; Snow tops this tropical crop; The dirtiest part of a mop
I have legs but never walk, I may have flowers but no soil, I hold food but never eat.
There is a creature of God whose body is hard; it does not wish to eat unless you strike its head.
I count time, but have no end. Tick tick, but I am not a clock. What am I?
You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
If it’s information you seek, come and see me. If it’s pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?