Answer:
We are five little objects of an everyday sort. You will find us all in a tennis court.
It is a part of us, and then replaced. It escapes out bodies, to a better place. The world becomes its sizeable home. Its passions unrestraint, the planet it roams.
Voiceless it cries, wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.
I scribble forms of the finest letter, And repel elements of the harshest weather. I am an arrow-aimer and a dust-breaker.
Turn us on our backs and open up our stomachs you will be the wisest of men though at start a lummox.
I march before armies a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover one-legged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.