Answer:
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
It holds most knowledge that has ever been said. But is not the brain, is not the head. To feathers and their masters, it's both bane and boon One empty, and one full.
This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has hands; lacks a head but has a face.
Green arrows grow out of my sides. I go from yellow to white. My babies fly in the wind. What am I?
What holds names and memories which are not its own?
I can only be played on a windy day