Answer:
Three lives have I. Gentle enough to soothe the skin. Light enough to caress the sky. Hard enough to crack rocks.
What must be in the oven yet can not be baked? Grows in the heat yet shuns the light of day? What sinks in water but rises with air? Looks like skin but is fine as hair?
At first I am a yellow weed in the lawn, and then the wind blows, and my white feathers are gone. What am I?
Look into my face and I'm everybody. Scratch my back and I'm nobody.
My first is a creature whose breeding is unclear. My second, a price you must pay. My whole can be found in the river of Time and refers to events of today.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.