Answer:
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
A leathery snake, with a stinging bite. I'll stay coiled up, unless I must fight.
I am never quite what I appear to be. Straight-forward I seem, but it's only skin deep. For mystery most often lies beneath my simple speech. Sharpen your wits, open your eyes, look beyond my exteriors, read me backwards, forwards, upside down. Think and answer the question...
When I live I cry, If you don't kill me I'll die.
I can only be played on a windy day