Answer:
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high, Eastern art from ancient time, Name me now and solve this rhyme.
What turns from red to black as soon as it touches water?
What lies in a tunnel of darkness. That can only attack when pulled back?
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams, my merest touch brings laughter
I can only be played on a windy day