Answer:
I am the red tongue of the earth, that buries cities.
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own.
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
The eight of us move forth and back. To protect our king from the foes attack.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?