Answer:
What can you fold but not crease?
Voiceless it cries, wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.
The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind. What is it?
Four of us are in your field, But our differences keep us at yield, First, a one that is no fool, Though he resembles a gardener’s tool, Next, one difficult to split in two, And a girl once had one as big as her shoe, Then, to the mind, one’s a lovely bonder, And truancy makes it grow fonder, Last, a stem connecting dots of three
Who is that with a neck and no head, two arms and no hands? What is it?
I'm the source of all emotion but I'm caged in a white prison.