Answer:
Where humans breath liquid?
A tiny bead, like fragile glass, strung along a cord of grass.
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
As light as a feather, but you canβt hold it for ten minutes.
I don't have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now I'm white and empty.
I can only be played on a windy day