Answer:
In marble halls as white as milk, lined with a skin as soft as silk. Within a fountain crystal-clear. A golden apple doth appear. No doors there are to this stronghold, yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
What travels from house to house and is sometimes narrow and sometimes wide but always stays outside?
It is destruction made out of thin air, You hear it howl and give a prayer, Through barns and houses it will tear. It is a deadly funnel, Of violent and twisting air.
What do you throw out when you need it but put away when you don’t?
What flares up and does a lot of good, and when it dies is just a piece of wood?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?