Answer:
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground. It holds pale gems of blue.
Bright as diamonds, Loud as thunder, Never still, A thing of wonder.
With sharp edged wit and pointed poise. It can settle disputes without making a noise.
When the son of the water returns to the parent, it dies. What is it?
It regulates our daily movements, but it feels no interest in our lives. It directs us when to come and go, but does not care if we pay attention. What is it?
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?