Answer:
More precious than gold, but cannot be bought, Can never be sold, only earned if itβs sought, If it is broken it can still be mended, At birth it canβt start nor by death is it ended.
When it comes in, From sea to shore, Twenty paces you'll see, No less, no more.
What must be in the oven yet can not be baked? Grows in the heat yet shuns the light of day? What sinks in water but rises with air? Looks like skin but is fine as hair?
Voiceless it cries, wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.
What is yellow, looks like the moon and has seeds?
I can only be played on a windy day