Answer:
cloud is my mother wind is my father.
In my life I must bare, my bloodline I must share. What am I?
You throw me away, I find my way back. Traditionally, I'm wooden with an arch in my back. What am I?
I'm not alive and yet I grow. Just put me next to where it glows. A favorite in summertime best with friends when combined
I can be any color you can imagine. You see me in everyday life. Look around, you can probably see some of me right now. What am I?
Break me and I am better immediately set and harder to be broken again.