Answer:
I am often sold by children entrepreneurs in summer time
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt my merest touch brings laughter.
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
What can go up a chimney down but canβt go down a chimney up?
I am an instrument capable of making numerous sounds but cannot be touched or seen. What am I?
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.