Answer:
Thousands lay up gold within this house. But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, but no man wards it.
Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb!
I appear in the morning. But am always there. You can never see me. Though I am everywhere. By night I am gone, though I sometimes never was. Nothing can defeat me. But I am easily gone.
They make no sense at all, In them you either fly or fall. They make you do it all. Their need is biologic, but they are most illogic. They are not real but still can be achieved, If they are just believed
I am free for the taking. Through all of your life, though given but once at birth. I am less than nothing in weight, but will fell the strongest of you if held.
I'm a soft, sweet food made from a mixture of flour, shortening, eggs, sugar, and other ingredients, baked and often decorated.