Answer:
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground It holds pale gems of blue.
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
What measures out time until in time all is smashed to it?
A man is pushing his car along the road when he comes to a hotel. He shouts, "I'm bankrupt!" Why?
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?