Answer:
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground It holds pale gems of blue.
When I get closer my tail grows longer, but when I go away my tail leads the way.
The stack just might be sent all over. Full of what's new, yet it's nearly obsolete.
As soft as silk, as white as milk, as bitter as gall, a thick green wall, and a green coat covers me all.
I am mother and father, but never birth or nurse. I'm rarely still, but I never wander.
I can only be played on a windy day