Answer:
What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten?
Forward Iām heavy, but backwards Iām not.
Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. What is it?
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
Weight in my belly, Trees on my back, I travel fast in my place, but feet is a feature I lack
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?