Answer:
A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. And whoever knows it wants it not
The stack just might be sent all over. Full of what's new, yet it's nearly obsolete.
You need a key to receive an answer from me. The answer you'll find is straight from your mind. What is it?
At first I am a yellow weed in the lawn, and then the wind blows, and my white feathers are gone. What am I?
I am a animal that is cute but dangerous, what am I?