Answer:
I have legs but never walk, I may have flowers but no soil, I hold food but never eat.
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground It holds pale gems of blue.
We are few to the wise; We are abundant to the drunken; We can calm the beast and are precious to the child; We can devour the heart, without piercing the skin
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not
I move without wings, Between silken string, I leave as you find, My substance behind.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?