Answer:
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
Look into my face and I'm everybody. Scratch my back and I'm nobody.
A beacon from home to guide your way. It can be a lifesaver on a stormy day. What is it?
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?
The strangest creature you'll ever find: Two eyes in front and many many more behind.