Answer:
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
Jack and Jill when up the hill jack fell down
I move without wings, Between silken string, I leave as you find, My substance behind.
Tall in the morning, short at noon, gone at night. But I'll be back soon.
I am whole but incomplete. I have no eyes, yet I see. You can see, and see right through me. My largest part is one fourth of what I once was.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?