Answer:
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. And whoever knows it wants it not
A tiny bead, like fragile glass, strung along a cord of grass.
The moon is my father. The sea is my mother. I have a million brothers. I die when I reach land
Talks like this, a green wise man does. Guess my clue, you will.
I march before armies, a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory, but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover, one-legged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?