Answer:
Autumn leaves and bad bowlers wreak havoc on this
It is a sound of empty, speak and it'll talk back plenty. But all the more you yack, you'll get the same words back.
I scribble forms of the finest letter, And repel elements of the harshest weather. I am an arrow-aimer and a dust-breaker.
Die without me, never thank me. Walk right through me, never feel me. Always watching, never speaking. Always lurking, never seen.
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?