Answer:
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 has to be broken before it can be used?
What is it that you must give before you can keep it.
A muttered rumble was heard from the pen, and I, in my walking stopped to look in. What was this I saw? A massive beast, hoofed, and jawed. With spikes upon its mighty brow, I watched as he struck the turf and prowled. And yet for all of his magnificence, he couldn't get out of that wooden fence.
I am a box that holds keys without locks, yet they can unlock your soul.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.