Answer:
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
It stands upright and can be quite grand. Its secret is not hidden but right at hand. What is it?
Blend a teapot shot so the pearlies won’t rot!
We are all around, yet to us you are half blind. Sunlight makes us invisible, and difficult to find
They belong to me; they belong to you; They can make you feel happy or make you feel blue; They never end until the day you do.
I can only be played on a windy day