Answer:
It is a sound of empty, speak and it'll talk back plenty. But all the more you yack, you'll get the same words back.
This only turns over once you have traveled very far. What is it?
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground. It holds pale gems of blue.
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice that’s the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
Why was the cook arrested?