Answer:
Green arrows grow out of my sides. I go from yellow to white. My babies fly in the wind. What am I?
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.
Break it and it is better, immediately set and harder to break again.
In your fire you hear me scream, creaking and whining, yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?