Answer:
You hear me speak, for I have a hard tongue. But I cannot breathe, for I have not a lung. What am I?
What kind of table can you eat?
I am easy to see, but no one likes looking at me. Without me, there would be no you. What am I?
I reach for the sky but clutch to the ground. Sometimes I leave but I am always around.
I am gentle enough to soothe your skin light enough to fly in the sky and strong enough to crack rocks.
I'm the source of all emotion but I'm caged in a white prison.