Answer:
What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten?
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
What has roots that nobody sees, and is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet it never grows.
What hangs others yet can unintentionally hang itself?
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 am your mother's brother's only brother in law. Who am I?