Answer:
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.
In the forest, this blends in just right, but every December it is covered with lights. What is it?
My first is in some but not in all. My second is into but not in tall. My third in little but no in big. My fourth in port but not in pig. My whole is made in nature's way. For clothing, rugs used every day.
Above all things have I been placed Thus have I, a man disgraced. I describe sunlight or lock But after all, I'm just a rock
I always follow my brother but you cannot see me, only him. You cannot hear him but you can hear me. What are we?
A leathery snake, with a stinging bite. I'll stay coiled up, unless I must fight.