Answer:
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground It holds pale gems of blue.
I am what remains when nothing is left.What am I?
I crawl on the earth. And rise on a pillar.
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.
What goes around and around the wood, but never goes into the wood?
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?