Answer:
Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
What is lighter than what it is made of?
Bury deep, Pile on stones, My mind will always Dig up them bones
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
More precious than gold, but cannot be bought, Can never be sold, only earned if itβs sought, If it is broken it can still be mended, At birth it canβt start nor by death is it ended.
Iβm grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.