Answer:
I fly forever Rest never.
Adored by few, feared and hated by many. Mistress of the entire universal reason, master in the art of numbers. Some may have solved many of my mysteries, but there are still many of them to find. What am I?
Oh lord! I am not worthy! I bend my limbs to the ground. I cry yet without a sound. Let me drink of waters deep. And in silence I will weep.
I can speak with my hard metal tongue. But I cannot breathe, for I have no lung. What am I?
I am a tool for fairies.
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads on them, And the mouth tastes them. What are they?